Posts by lostyo

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Hennie was definitely excited about this whole clan idea. Her sister, as far as she knew, was the leader of this group, so this was where the snowshoe had decided to go. Henrietta approached the border, fresh air filling her lungs.
    "Howdy! Is anyone out there?" The immortal feline called out, shifting her weight from paw to paw anxiously.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Henrietta approached, nodding and grinning. She saw nothing wrong with the changes, however, she hadn't been there very long. The feline inclined her skull yet said nothing.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]The feline approached, looking over the pair with curiosity sparkling in her blue optics. Sparring was an enjoyable activity, but she would have to sit to the side and watch for a bit, she supposed.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Hennie approached, a smile tugging at her lips. The snowshoe hadn't had much experience with games like this, so this would be anew one for her. The fem dipped her head politely, tail waving in greeting to her sister. "Ah, hello, Bisha! I'd [i]love

    to play! This sounds so exciting!"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Henrietta skipped forward, thin tail waving in greeting. Joiners were always great. They hadn't been getting many of those lately; activity was scarce. "Hello, Hello!" The feline cheered joyfully, "Welcome to the Aristocracy! I'm Henrietta!"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]"Ah, hello there!" Henrietta exclaimed, peering at he male with wide, baby blue optics. A grin was plastered onto her maw, standing straight up. The girl was a stickler about good posture; it gave you back problems. "My name is Henrietta, and my sister is Bishamonten. I'm looking to join!" Hennie exclaimed, bouncing on her paws.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Henrietta was a tough girl. She was definitely emotional, but that was only if she saw a cute puppy or kitten or her heart was broken. The feline was immortal, yet she had still built up her fighting skills and was hard to beat as well. "ah, sure! That sounds fantastic!"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Henrietta hadn't ever given a single thought to sexual activities and love, especially having children, and she wasn't completely aware of what she wanted to do in the future. The snowshoe feline hadn't ever been properly taught about the whole sexuality thing, so she merely thought of it like everyone loved everyone and were most definitely allowed to.
    "Hellooo Bisha! Hellooo Velly!"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Henrietta was merely taking a walk, an activity that she found cleared her mind. The girl was very scatterbrained, so she found herself taking quite a few strolls through the woods. Upon seeing Mallory, the feline gasped, hurrying over to help.
    "Ah, Henrietta will help," The girl said seriously, talking in third person. When it came to situations like this, the feline could be quite responsible. "Can you walk?"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]track + i can help out too, tas :-) (if needed)
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Henrietta, relieved that someone else had showed up to help, shook her head worriedly. "No, I don't! Sorry, Velly," The snowshoe feline apologized profusely, "What can I do?"
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]The youthful feline had been on her own for most of her life, occasionally seeking refuge with other groups, although she never stayed long. Perhaps this would be different.
    The sandy golden tabby hummed a soft, almost wistful-sounding song as she made her way toward HawkClan's border. The only part of the song she remembered was the melody, a beautiful tune which had been stuck in her mind for ages. The girl lifted her head, forest green visionaries scanning her surroundings in search of any sign of others. The scent of an influx of other creatures greeted her, which was a good sign. "Hello?" She called out, her voice sounding eerily flawless, like something from a dream, "My name is Serena, I'm looking to join."
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