[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px;][color=white]Love? Leslie put on a thin smile and nodded stiffly. She set her pile of clothes on the floor and stalked over to the table. The brunette slid a chair out and sat down, serving herself a glob of spaghetti. The last time she had a good meal was over three years ago, and that was at a soup kitchen. The pale teen took a fork and twirled it in her hand.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px;][color=white]The small gray bird flew from branch to branch, halting for about five seconds at every branch before flying to the next one. Beri was a Mourning Dove, fully grown and female. She had heard a bit about the Clans from a half-dead Pigeon she met just outside of the forest, but she wanted to actually experience an encounter herself, but she was still terrified of being eaten.