Posts by PaigeConners5

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:430px;font-family:georgia;font-size:20pt;color:black;text-shadow:2px 2px 2px white][align=left]Wishingcub ♛[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify;line-height:95%;width:400px;color:white]"Hello! I'm Wishingcub, and you are?" the friendly Liger cub rumbled, entering the scene. His too-big body flopped to the ground, attempting to form a seating position but failing. Shrugging it off, Wishy got comfortable and gazed at the returning ShadowClanner with a warm, toothy grin.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:430px;font-family:georgia;font-size:20pt;color:black;text-shadow:2px 2px 2px white][align=left]Wishingcub ♛[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify;line-height:95%;width:400px;color:white]It was the middle of the night, when the sky is the darkest and the moon at its fullest. Wishingcub had been curled up, sleeping peacefully, when he heard footsteps of a returning member. Sleepy eyes blinked open, and the Liger uncurled himself and sat up. After stretching quickly, the male cub padded outside to see what was going on. There was his sister, Kani, or at least his half-sister. He had a lot of family, but they were more closely related. Wishingcub continued forward, opening his mouth to say something but no words came out. It seemed like his throat had closed up and no words could be formulated.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:430px;font-family:georgia;font-size:20pt;color:black;text-shadow:2px 2px 2px white][align=left]Wishingcub ♛[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify;line-height:95%;width:400px;color:white]"That isn't awkward at all!" the Liger cub stated sarcastically, snickering in the background. Wishing came up beside his grandmother, sitting down and gazing at the tiger that had fainted. This was hilarious!


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:430px;font-family:georgia;font-size:20pt;color:black;text-shadow:2px 2px 2px white][align=left]Lavarocks ♛[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify;line-height:95%;width:400px;color:white]It then dawned on him who he was talking to. It was like he was drunk. Shaking his head, the tomcat inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, trying to calm down. Apple climbed up on his head, digging its tiny claws into his flesh.


    "Ow! For fuck's sake, Apple, be careful!" Lavarocks hissed, turning his head so that the squirrel would slide off. With an angry look, Apple climbed up on the nearest tree and sat down, watching the duo silently.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:430px;font-family:georgia;font-size:20pt;color:black;text-shadow:2px 2px 2px white][align=left]Lavarocks ♛[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify;line-height:95%;width:400px;color:white]"Nope, I'm perfectly... fine," Lavarocks mewed nervously, climbing down the branch. It was hard to get back on the trunk, but he managed and leaped down to the ground. He landed on his feet, of course, and shot a glare towards Kamui. Meanwhile, Apple rolled its tiny squirrel eyes and crawled to rest on Lava's back.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify;line-height:95%;width:400px;color:white]Sixth. Sixth fucking murder he had witnessed. There were probably more to come. But Lava didn't really give a fuck anymore. His eyes may have begun twitching, but that was just from stress. Not this.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:430px;font-family:georgia;font-size:20pt;color:black;text-shadow:2px 2px 2px white][align=left]Lavarocks ♛[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify;line-height:95%;width:400px;color:white]Lavarocks bite his lip, pondering over who he as going to vote for. A library was interesting, but weekly training was more important. The tomcat grabbed a stone and placed it in Crypticsoul's bucket, before returning to his sitting position.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:430px;font-family:georgia;font-size:20pt;color:black;text-shadow:2px 2px 2px white][align=left]Lavarocks ♛[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify;line-height:95%;width:400px;color:white]Seventh death and counting. With a nasty expression, Lavarocks gazed at the dead RiverClanners. He tilted his head, his right eye twitching uncontrollably. Apple, who had been relaxing on the top of Lavarocks' head, wrinkled its nose at the scene before turning away.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify;line-height:95%;width:400px;color:white]Ninth murder. Lavarocks appeared, his pet squirrel, Apple, resting on his back.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:430px;font-family:georgia;font-size:20pt;color:black;text-shadow:2px 2px 2px white][align=left]Lavarocks ♛[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify;line-height:95%;width:400px;color:white]Upon sighting of the tenth murder he had witnessed, Lavarocks proceeded to bang his head against a tree. His pet squirrel, Apple, sat on a branch, watching its owner with amusement.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:430px;font-family:georgia;font-size:20pt;color:black;text-shadow:2px 2px 2px white][align=left]Lavarocks ♛[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify;line-height:95%;width:400px;color:white]Holy shit. Who would capture that cute wolf pup? Cold, heartless bastards, that's who. The tomcat spat, genuinely annoyed with the Anti-Clans at this point.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:430px;font-family:georgia;font-size:20pt;color:black;text-shadow:2px 2px 2px white][align=left]Lavarocks ♛[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify;line-height:95%;width:400px;color:white]Eleventh. Lavarocks had been counting the number of murders he came upon in the past THREE DAYS! It just disgusted the tomcat to the point that he wanted to vomit, bang his head against a tree and do a whole lot more to those fucking Anti-Clanners. Lavarocks sighed, just disappointed at this point.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify;line-height:95%;width:400px;color:white]"It is the twelfth one I've witnessed," Lavarocks mused mindlessly, a foul expression on his red tabby face.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:430px;font-family:georgia;font-size:20pt;color:black;text-shadow:2px 2px 2px white][align=left]Lavarocks ♛[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify;line-height:95%;width:400px;color:white]Now this was just scary. Thirteen murders? In three fucking days? His eye twitched, and his squirrel gagged, as the duo appeared at the crime scene.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:430px;font-family:georgia;font-size:20pt;color:black;text-shadow:2px 2px 2px white][align=left]Lavarocks ♛[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify;line-height:95%;width:400px;color:white]Two captures, and thirteen murders, in three days. Lava knew he had to do something, but he didn't know what.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:430px;font-family:georgia;font-size:20pt;color:black;text-shadow:2px 2px 2px white][align=left]Lavarocks ♛[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify;line-height:95%;width:400px;color:white]"Good god... fourteen murders. In three days," Lavarocks hissed, his eyes wide and twitching.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:430px;font-family:georgia;font-size:20pt;color:black;text-shadow:2px 2px 2px white][align=left]Lavarocks ♛[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify;line-height:95%;width:400px;color:white]Fifteen murders. Probably. Lava had lost count. The tomcat sat there, literally confused as shit at the moment.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:430px;font-family:georgia;font-size:20pt;color:black;text-shadow:2px 2px 2px white][align=left]Wishingcub ♛[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify;line-height:95%;width:400px;color:white]A party, specifically held for the beginning of April; April Fool's Day. With a cheerful grin on his face, the Liger cub bounded into the scene, gazing around for someone to talk to. This was Wishing's chance to make new friends!


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify;line-height:95%;width:400px;color:white]April Ceremonies. Not incredibly exciting, but at the moment Wishingcub had nothing else to do. The male Liger cub padded over on large, floppy paws. He sat down, watching his grandmother, who also happened to be the leader, hold the ceremonies.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify;line-height:95%;width:400px;color:white]A raid on the Exiles. Unfortunately, Wishingcub couldn't tag along to help. He was nothing but a mere cub. Damn. He would have to wait it out and see the results later on.


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