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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]hey I got a good idea


    Lets update this
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]As Streetlight shuffled her way over, a small craving for grass came over her. Once she was comfortably settled, the calico face her swollen stomach a good whack with her tail.


    It was time to roast some peanuts, not eat them.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]Streetlight remembered Luke - a downright noble SOB with all the girls on him, and even some of the guys. She giggled slightly at the thought - thinking of the relationship between Michael and Luke.


    Good times.


    "We were a decently sized clan by the time I showed up. Notice how everybody immediately loved me - not - and I automatically got hit on by everybody. Ya know. In my imagination."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]maybe that volcano goddess can try to mess with flor and street is like


    Bish no dats my job


    What is my brain
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]did anybody notice the beautiful temper for streety?


    Cuz I did and i love her
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]Streetlight shuffled forward slowly, her movements still sluggish from sleep. Nothing could have been done to save Elrica or that poor child. She could only watch from afar - she was afraid her sanity couldn't take seeing another child's corpse.


    Another child she couldn't save.


    "Seija, what are you talking about now? I've still got to find lavender and hawthorn, and sage..."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]The Oracle hissed in surprise, her fur sticking up as she leapt up. War on the gods? Not only was that disrespectful, but almost downright impossible.


    Streetlight glared at the Historian - trying to remember a time way before now when Seija was just a sassy little kid.


    She just couldn't.


    "Whatever happens to us is not the fault of the gods. All of is should know that the gods can not physically interfere - that in ancient law."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]jesus i need to kick the rest of my clans in gear
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]bumping + streety?
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]sounds cool + stormclan used to do this
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]Streetlight had been sleeping when Dylan had called everybody out. The she-cat groaned, hauling her pregnant self towards the Kaiser with a sort of disdain.


    "Got it, Kid-spots."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]streety is in the earth house
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]oh no!
    I just realized that I typoed


    Street is air I'm so sorry
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]Streetlight was an awful, awful example of perfect inactivity. She often stayed by herself most of the time, which was a lovely example of something a rather depressed person should not do.


    So, in the light of the holiday season, Street had managed to drag herself out of her alcove and into the mountain snow.


    "I'm giving all of you ten minutes to say hello and tell me if you wanna do something with me before I start hibernating again!"
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]"Alright, alright we can have a snowbal fight."


    The calico stretched out, watching all of her ckan-mates in a museless post.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]Streetlight padded over at that exact moment, with Nature fighting in her head to reveal herself to her daughter. The calico winced, forcing the goddess down so she could walk towards the gathered people and sit comfortably down next to Tyla.


    "Me. I'm the parents."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]"I've had many kids." Streetlight said cooly, her tail flicking quietly against her "daughter's" leg. Well... actually, just daughter, no quotes. She birthed the little angel, she raised the little thing. It was Nature's fault if she got pregnant with a Cipher kid and then tried to take over her body. It was just dumb luck that Streetlight was more stubborn than a bull.


    "In my five or six years, you have a lot of heats. Means you have a lot of babies."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]<catapaults my baby over>
    Except Street won't have a connection, just pretend to, so I can develop her a bit more and bring jameslight to life
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]aBYSS
    MY BBY
    street's mother got jiggy with one of abyss' older charries
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