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A young warrior padded across the VertigoClan camp. The air was damp from the previous nights rain, but the ground under paw was soft and dry. The wind brought the scents of fresh forest life into camp, signaling new-leaf. It had been new-leaf for some time, but the forest was only just beginning to show it. The season had a late start, but that didn't mean it wasn't going to bring plenty prey and herbs. The warrior, a tortoiseshell she-cat by the name of Fawnleaf, made her way from the warriors den. She had only just become a warrior, but it felt as if she had been one for moons. It was easy to fall into a routine around here, clan life was boring most of the time. All it consisted of was hunting, marking borders, and making your clan happy. Occasionally, a cat would be given an apprentice to train, but only the senior warriors got them. Fawnleaf had only been a warrior for about two moons, so plans for an apprentice in her future were slim. She didn't want one, she decided. It would take up all her time, leave her with no time to herself. Not as if she did anything with that time, though. Mostly, she just sat around and watched life in the forest and camp go on. Just because life had ended for her early on, didn't mean it had to end for the rest of the forest.
Slowly, the tortoiseshell dragged herself to the fresh-kill pile. Her whole statue was depressing; from the way her pelt drooped off of her, to the way her eyes looked like dieing flames. Her face portrayed no emotion, and just sat there like a blank canvas. She kind of sulked in stead of walked, but she never took notice to it. Eying the pile carefully, she chose the scrawniest mouse there was. Why take something another, more useful, cat would eat, when its energy would only go to waste on herself? Slowly, she dragged the corpse away, a bit of its fur dragging on the ground. Thankfully, there was no dust, but it would still cause the prey to lose some flavor. Sourly, the she-cat sat down and slumped into an eating position. She took her first bite of the mouse, and almost spit with disgust. It was stringy and sinewy, absolutely, horrifyingly, disgusting. With a sigh, the she-cat took another bit and forced it down her throat. Perhaps someone would come along and save her from her boring, monotonous life.
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Post by Wolfy on Jul 8, 2011 17:55:45 GMT -5
EPILOGUEFROST[/color] One night my light laid wait. One night a nightfall sang.
A fictional last few days, an epilogue ends and hangs. His slick, white pelt felt loose in the airy day. He eyed his camp through his brown and black mask and made his way through the camp on light paws. His tail was high in the air at the nice day that was evolving. Epiloguefrost scanned the clearing before coming across a mottled, scrawny tortishell she-cat by the fresh-kill pile. His icy blue eyes widened in alarm. It was Fawnleaf. She looked awful and she didn't look to satisfied with the prey she had picked up. She looked bored out of her mind and Epiloguefrost wondered how she could possibly want to stay in the camp on a day like this. Flicking his tail, he bounced over to her on his light paws and reached into the fresh-kill pile, pulling out a thicker mouse than the pathetic piece of prey she was eating. He swept his body over to hers and pulled himself down in sort of an innocent manner before asking her a question. "Mind if I join you?" he asked her kindly. Honestly, she was a pretty cat if one could look past the flaws. The more important question was "Why didn't she look past the flaws?". Epiloguefrost had noticed in the past, even as an apprentice, how much Fawnleaf didn't really care what went on. She always looked out of shape and weak and Epiloguefrost wondered how much she really liked life. How much she really liked living? He kept his gaze firm on her as he awaited her answer. Her pelt was mottled and wrangled and it looked like she hadn't gone out in more than a moon. She hadn't been a warrior for long and she was younger than him, but he knew that cats didn't act this way unless something was really wrong. Is there something wrong with her?[/i]
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Post by lace ! on Jul 10, 2011 21:40:38 GMT -5
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Fawnleaf stared at the white tom who had padded over to her. No one had approached her voluntarily in a long time. She had vaguely wondered why now and then, but it never mattered. Why should she care? She didn't need friends. The tortoiseshell stared at the mouse in his paws. It was thick and juicy, and she could smell the blood beneath its raggedy fur. It looked as if it were freshly caught and possibly still warm, but what did it matter. Prey was food, and food was to be eaten. Looking down at her own, scrawny mouse, she felt a twinge of... What? Not sure exactly what she was feeling, she looked away. What did the tom, by the name of Epiloguefrost, want with her anyway? It wasn't as if she were a pretty she-cat. She never groomed her fur, or payed attention to her appearance. It never mattered to her, if a tom was going to love her, he should love her personality, not her looks. But that's ugly, too.
Realizing the tom had spoken to her, she flicked her ears and swiveled her head toward his muzzle. "Mind if I join you?" He asked, his voice soft in Fawnleaf's ears. She kinked her tail for a moment. It wasn't often that someone spoke to her, let alone a tom. Could he be interested? "Sure, I don't mind." She said, her voice sounding too soft and too high. She hadn't held a proper conversation in so long. Now and then it was a quick 'hello' or 'how is the prey running?' to various cats around the camp, but that wasn't exactly formal or proper. She didn't blame the other cats, though. Who would want to talk with her? She was always so depressed. "It's not my fault. It's my pasts."
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Post by Wolfy on Jul 11, 2011 13:36:49 GMT -5
EPILOGUEFROSTOne night my light laid wait. One night a nightfall sang.
A fictional last few days, an epilogue ends and hangs. [/color] Epiloguefrost watched as she stared at his plump mouse for a bit and then answered him. "Sure, I don't mind."[/b] She didn't look like she minded yet there was something in her that Epiloguefrost found interesting. Her pelt looked mangled. She looked like she had just pulled herself through throngs of thorns. He didn't think that was the case. She looked like she didn't know how to take care of herself. Or maybe she didn't think she was worth it. Under the dense dirt, Fawnleaf was actually really beautiful, Epiloguefrost could see. She was odd with other cats, but it was because she didn't feel confident. At least, Epiloguefrost believe this. "Fawnleaf," he said her name and then pointed down to her pathetic mouse, "That mouse can't possibly feed your stomach. It's no more than crowfood." He pawed it slightly away from her and then shuffled himself a tad bit closer to her. Pushing his plump mouse towards her, he spoke again, "Please, why don't you share my mouse. I'm not that hungry anyways and you need to keep your strength up." He smiled at her with such ease and friendliness. His tail wrapped itself around his front paws that sat in front of him. His icy blue eyes gazed at her without any trace of unfriendliness. Glancing at her at first, she seemed sheepish. Sitting beside her, she seemed as lonely as he felt on even his best days. Plus she was nice. Maybe he'd find more than a friend in her after all.
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Post by lace ! on Jul 11, 2011 18:13:32 GMT -5
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Fawnlead glanced uneasily at the tom. He was staring at her, making her pelt crawl. Cats, let alone toms, didn't usually give her a second glance, let alone watch her with careful eyes. There was something in the toms eyes, sympathy? No, Fawnleaf decided. It seemed too caring. Perhaps she was mistaken and it was only pity. She had seen the shine of pity in other cats eyes. They all seemed to feel bad for her. She never understood why, though. Her past was her past, she couldn't change it. Like her mother had always told her, don't dwell on the past.
Watching the tom push the juicy mouse toward her, Fawnleaf couldn't help but feel her pelt heat up. Not only had Epiloguefrost talked to her, but he was actually being nice as well. Shaking her head in response to his offering, she pushed the mouse toward him with her paw. "I chose this mouse for a reason."
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Post by Wolfy on Jul 12, 2011 12:08:00 GMT -5
EPILOGUEFROSTOne night my light laid wait. One night a nightfall sang.
A fictional last few days, an epilogue ends and hangs. Epiloguefrost watched as Fawnleaf pushed away the mouse that he had offered her and answered him, "I chose this mouse for a reason. Go ahead. You eat it." she kept telling him, but he kept thinking she was just being reasonable. Did she think she wasn't good enough for a fresh mouse? He watched as she waited for him to eat the mouse. He dipped his head to her, refusing to argue with her. He bent his head down and bit into the succulent mouse. He breathed a silent sigh at how good the mouse actually was. He still felt wrong though in eating this without her. He glanced his eyes back up at her awaiting her to join him in eating. Epiloguefrost ate his prey and finished with a content stomach and then glanced back up at Fawnleaf, licking his lips to get the juice off of them. His pelt grew hot as he noticed what he was doing and turned his head away half embarrassed and licked his shoulder. Wait? Wasn't this the part where they "shared-tongues"? Epiloguefrost wondered how mad she would get if he asked her that question. He thought better of it and just allowed himself to wait patiently for her to respond back to him by eating her mouse. "I have a question, did you take the smallest mouse on the pile because you think that other cats are more important to eat something such as that?" he braced himself for a whole lot of bickering. He didn't want to fight with her. He just wondered if that was her reasoning behind it all. She was nice, pretty, but thin. She must not take care of herself for a reason and was the reason because she didn't think she deserved it?
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Post by lace ! on Jul 15, 2011 18:32:22 GMT -5
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Fawnleaf watched the tom, Epiloguefrost, and he slowly ate the mouse. He seemed uneasy, but perhaps it was only because of her presence in the situation. She herself did not think of herself as intimidating, although perhaps her presence was a little less than auspicious. Other than her looks, she thought she was an okay cat. Her personality was by far not the best, in fact, her attitude was quite horrid, but it was certainly okay to deal with. Not many cats had approached her before, and she briefly wondered why from time to time. Then again, did it matter? If she didn't believe in love, and she didn't care for others, why should others care for her? It only seemed fair that way. Then again, she had been raised differently than most other cats. The Warrior code was not her sole life, she had other morals and beliefs. But she could not voice them, for then she would be shunned upon by 'StarClan' and the forest cats.
With a heavy feeling in her chest, the tortoiseshell gave a fake smile and flicked her tail. Her teeth probably looked horrid, for she didn't take much care in appearances, as previously stated. She wanted to answer the toms question, but she didn't quite know how. Would she tell the truth or not? If she was truthful to the tom, then he might become enraged or upset. But if she lied, she would become enraged with herself. There was also the issue of him guessing her facade, too. Was he one of those cats who could tell when one another lied? Hoping not, the she-cat braced herself to reveal an answer. "Personally,"
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Post by Wolfy on Jul 24, 2011 14:52:00 GMT -5
EPILOGUEFROST[/b][/size] It's so crazy.
Something in my life, is better than a dream. Epiloguefrost nodded when she started to answer his question. She seemed a little grumpy when talking about it. Did she think he wouldn't accept her? She was his clanmate for crying out loud. He didn't care if she didn't think the same way he did, cats think differently all the time, but still that doesn't mean they can't live together in peace. Contradicting herself, she felt she had to eat a small mouse because she wasn't important enough to have an good enough meal. Epiloguefrost swept his tail over his paws and cocked his head as she spoke. Clearing his throat, he began to respond, hoping she wouldn't slash his eyes out for his opinion. "The Warrior code is the way of life for some cats. Just because you do not agree with it, doesn't mean we don't disagree with you. You mean as much to us as any other warrior. It takes a warrior's heart to eat a pathetic mouse against all other great prey on the pile for you do not think it is a meal fit for anyone else," he swiped his pale, pink tongue over his muzzle again before continuing. "As for the Warrior code, you have a point to think that the apprentices' should be fed last when they will carry out the rest of the Clan long after us. Yet, just think, all of us, the Warriors I mean, we used to be apprentices, just like them. We had to understand that with manners we are fed last to those who have carried on the Clan. It's tradition to be treated to the prey last. And the elders, they easily could be of more use to use for they have wisdom that we might not be aware of yet because we haven't gone through that experience. Every cat usually goes through an experience that could change them, it's what they learn from it that matters." Drawing his paw over his ear to itch something he couldn't reach with his back leg, he refused to argue. What he was saying was in a light tone and he only set out to be friendly to the she-cat. "Don't get me wrong, if you don't agree with what I believe, that doesn't mean anything bad. It means you have a mind of your own and you're strong willed. I like that you think differently, yet I don't believe the same. We might have different thoughts, but we share things in common and we very well might find what those things are later in our lives." He purred a little in the back of his throat. And then, with a kind, respectable manner, he pushed the remains of his fat mouse towards her, in case she might want it despite what she had said earlier.
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Post by lace ! on Jul 24, 2011 21:16:13 GMT -5
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Fawnleaf felt her pelt began to settle. The emotions that had been burning brightly inside of her just moments ago, seemed to be losing spark and fading away. Perhaps it was the toms rational thinking, opposed to her beliefs. Or maybe it was the way he was dealing with things. Either or, the she-cat felt right again, ready to speak from her brain instead of the heart her father tainted. "I see your way of thinking."
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Post by Wolfy on Jul 24, 2011 22:12:02 GMT -5
EPILOGUEFROSTIt's so crazy.
Something in my life, is better than a dream. Epiloguefrost nodded when she disagreed with her elders disposition. He knew where she was coming from and she did have a point. However much she didn't respect them, he did. If a cat sat in front of him, helpless and in need of aid, would he kill them off or would he take pity and treat them like any cat in a careful helpful manner? No, he would help them because they've lived their life and probably made bad choices and good choices in the process, but every cat does. Fawnleaf was right when she said that wisdom could not be taught in a day. He let his eyes gaze around the camp. The apprentices, the warriors, the elders, the deputy, and the leader. He settled his icy blue gaze back down to her and prepared to speak. "You're right, wisdom cannot be taught in a day. Wisdom is taught in experience. At least, that is what I believe. The apprentices, have wisdom to teach even the leader I think. Some cats do not go through the same experiences every other cat does. Like you, I'm sure there are some things, beyond just what you believe in, that you could teach me. Wisdom is not only a thing, it is a lesson. The deputy could probably learn from the smallest kit. Everyone has a different mindset for we are all different. It's just...something to think about. Did that make sense?" He feared it wouldn't. He didn't want to argue with her...he liked her too much. She was fiery and a little sassy. Fawnleaf was extremely pretty for her rough appearance and Epiloguefrost dared himself to ask, "Do you believe in the camp traditions? You know, like listening to the leader, going to gatherings, having a medicine cat, sharing tongues, that kind of thing?" He noticed she didn't eat the mouse in front of her and he let it sit there a while longer. She didn't have to eat it, she had too much pride. But the tom still cared for her and wishing she would eat it, he didn't press it any further. He was a little hungry himself, but he didn't want to eat the mouse. Even though a slight idea occurred in his mind making him smile.
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Contently, the tortoiseshell she-cat listened to the tom make his own rant. It was as much a rant as an explanation, though. They had disagreed, and he was backing his answers. Feeling a spark of admiration for the tom, Fawnleaf felt quite inadequate in comparison. She was too stubborn and persistent to admit she was wrong, although she knew it. But perhaps that, too, was left as a result of the scars of her father. He had been a horrible cat, her father, but she had loved him nonetheless. He had taught her most of what she now knew, including the beliefs she was now arguing with Epiloguefrost over.
The she-cat felt herself began to slip into a flashback. It didn't happen often, but once in a while, it occurred, and the world around her was blocked out. The flashback were often of her apprenticeship, never her kithood. Her kithood held too many painful memories to try to drag it to the surface. This did not mean she had forgotten it- no, that would be impossible- but it did mean she seldom thought of it. But this time, she felt ominous as she knew this occurring memory would be of her kithood. What surprises would it bring?
Frail sunlight filtered in through reed that covered the CelestialClan nursery. Reeds did not often grow far from water, but water was no where to be seen around the camp. In a ball of moss, yes, perhaps there, but not as in a stream or lake. The lake lay far into CelestialClan territory, the camp was set too far for any lake water to reach it. So why were the reeds there? It had been quite the rainy new-leaf, the lake was swollen as well. Paths of run off streamed around the forest clans camp, hatching new types of plants not found this far onto land. They sure were handy, though. They kept the excruciating heat out, as well as contain the cool air. They allowed air flow, and were quite the entertainment for young kits. Or so was the case of Fawnkit, a tortoiseshell she-cat only kitted two moons ago. Her lightly colored pelt shone brightly, sparking color into the dull nursery. The females mother lay in the far right corner, tail flicking slightly. Her pelt heaved, her lungs struggling for breath. She was not on her last leg, though, only the first. She would not tell anyone, for perhaps she would recover. But for now, she had a dear kit to worry over.
Speaking of kit, Fawnkit had been busy batting away at a reed, a cats tail to be specific. It hung low, located just outside the den. She was leaping up, using her hind legs for power. One swat after another, finally, the she-cat was successful, and stopped to bask in her small accomplishment. Before long, she was back inside the den, treading on her mothers tail. Just as her mother was about to scold her, in stepped her father, his brooding presence filling the near-empty den. "Daddy!"
Snapped back into reality, the motherly she-cat watched at the tom put on a fake smile. She knew her dear kit couldn't see through his facade, but she could. She swished her tail and looked away, not wanting to face the facts. Gingerly, the tiny kit nodded as her father suggested a walk. She bounded out of the den, trembling with excitement. They stopped outside the camp, quite a few fox-lengths away from the border. They sat down, and he began his work. "Quiz time." He said, his voice flat. "What is StarClan?"
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Post by Wolfy on Jul 25, 2011 20:35:12 GMT -5
EPILOGUEFROSTIt's so crazy.
Something in my life, is better than a dream. Epiloguefrost glanced at Fawnleaf suspiciously. She must be thinking of something else. He pondered her response in his head, she didn't lash back at him. She almost seemed to busy with something in her head to answer him. He shrugged it off. She believed in the clan traditions. His lights flickered mischievously as he stood up from where he lay and stretched his white, long legs. Blinking his handsome eyes, he lay down once again, but closer to the she-cat and he delicately reached out, daring himself past limits, after all it was a clan tradition. He swiped his tongue over her ear and wondered how she would react. If she got mad, he wouldn't press her, but he might play with her. If she didn't get mad, he'd continue. It was a clan tradition to share tongues after one ate. Fawnleaf was sassy, but sweet at the same time. Epiloguefrost wanted a friendship with her badly, hopefully more than that some time in the future, but he needed to figure out how not to press her buttons. He respected her. The brown masked tom sat his white paws in front of him and twitched his long whiskers at her hoping she wouldn't get mad that he had set out to get a little closer to her. His tail wrapped around towards his sleek, white stomach before twitching his brown ears, waiting for her to reply, or snap, or whatever. Smiling, he let his mind wander.
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Post by lace ! on Jul 25, 2011 21:01:12 GMT -5
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But here she was, about to share tongues with a fellow clanmate. A clanmate who had the guts to approach her, depressed and uninviting as she was. He had offered her more than her mere morsel of a mouse she had chosen to feed herself upon, showing care and compassion. He had challenged her, which she liked. Perhaps he wasn't so bad; the cat that called himself Epiloguefrost. Knowing that soon it would be her turn to engage in the rasping of the tongue on a fellow clanmates fur, she began to feel nervousness prick her paws. Since she had never engaged in such activities before, she wasn't quite sure what to do next. Did they talk while performing the activity? She knew she had to 'groom' him next, but she wasn't sure what other actions she may have to perform. Deciding to do something rare for her, she took a risk and ignored her internal alarms. Giving a slight purr of encouragement for the tom, she sat up to begin grooming him in return. Surprise laced her purr, though, for she had thought the purr would come with none other than a struggle, not with such the ease it had seem to come with. And what was this feeling in her stomach? Thinking hard, she thought about something her mother had described to her when she was still in the nursery, something by the name of love. Her mother had described it only faintly, for her father did not believe in the emotion, but she had told Fawnleaf it was a wonderful emotion, one every cat should experience. Fawnleaf knew when two cats loved each other, they became mates, but this was a different kind of love she was experiencing. This type of love was the friendly, caring kind. Perhaps she could get used to it. Maybe this tom wasn't so bad after all.
WORDS. ;A; poor fawny
TAGS. fawn ; epilogue ; love
MUSIC. p!atd - new perspective
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Post by Wolfy on Aug 1, 2011 12:17:50 GMT -5
EPILOGUEFROST[/size] It's so crazy.
Something in my life, is better than a dream. After Epiloguefrost finished washing Fawnleaf, she in turn began washing him. Her tongue felt good on his white pelt. He let out a soft purr and relaxed, slumping his head to his forepaws. Her gentle touch felt good. She wasn't like the other cats he had encountered in his clan. They meant business, but yet they could have fun, he supposed. Fawnleaf was sassy and she wasn't afraid to be independent. He wanted to be nice to anyone in his clan, but Fawnleaf really spoke to him. And not just with her voice. She spoke to him by her beliefs, by her pride, by her actions. He liked her. Purring softly, but just enough for her to hear him, he wondered if this is what Jetfang felt like with Lilythorn. He had often seen his friend with the deputy of VertigoClan and it was no bet that Jetfang loved Lilythorn, but did Epiloguefrost love Fawnleaf? Well, he certainly loved her with care, but enough to be mates. He opened one icy blue eye to look at her grooming him. Maybe one day. When her strokes of her tongue began to slow down, Epiloguefrost lifted his head and turned to lick her ear one more time. Yawning, he he licked his nose and looked at her. "Is there anything you'd like to do? Go hunting, go ask to be on a patrol, go take a nap? Anything?" he purred, twitching his whiskers, friendliness radiating off of him. Anything to keep you with me? He wondered silently in his head.
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Post by lace ! on Aug 2, 2011 15:06:08 GMT -5
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[style=font-family:mistral; font-size:30px; line-height:16px; margin-left:30px; margin-top:6px; padding-right:3px; text-align:right; text-transform:lowercase; width:440]fawnleaf[/style] [style=background-color:#50896C; color:#c1c6bb; font-family:ms gothic; font-size:10px; line-height:10px; margin-bottom:-1px; margin-left:30px; padding-right:3px; text-align:right; text-transform:uppercase; width:440]BEFORE YOU LET ME FALL KILL ME SO I DONT FEEL IT AT ALL[/style] [style=border-top:1px dotted; font-size:9px; margin-bottom:10px; margin-left:30px; padding-right:3px; text-align:center; width:440]WORDS: 228, TAGS: fawn ; epilogue, LYRICS by blg NOTES: meh [/style] [style=font-size:10px; line-height:9px; margin-bottom:10px; margin-left:30px; padding-right:3px; text-align:justify; width:440]Fawnleaf stared at Epiloguefrost, who seemed so comfortable right now. How could he be? Although he had been used to clan traditions, much unlike herself, he couldn't possibly be that familiar with the custom. Giving herself a mental shake, Fawnleaf shook off her feelings and questions. It should be enough to just simply sit here with a friendly and inviting tom, much less. She had noticed the casual but friendly tone that was interlaced in his voice, and felt a little jolt in the pit of her stomach. No tom had ever asked her that question, nor anything similar. I suppose I better answer truthfully. She thought to herself. Giving a small shrug, she stared at the tom's icy blue eyes, her own bright, olive green eyes staring back. She had to put effort into not making them appear unfriendly, like she had been quite used to. "I suppose we could have a friendly chat and nap." |
[/color] She mused. Now, she didn't feel like patrolling, and it was clear that unless it was with her, neither did Epiloguefrost. The thought made her stomach tingle, and her paws tingled, making her lay down. The ground felt cool and damp beneath her pelt, which was probably getting dirty, too soon after washing. Sighing to herself, she glanced at the tom, and then directed her attention forward, staring at her paws. [/font] [/style] [style=background-color:#50896C; color:#c1c6bb; font-family:ms gothic; font-size:10px; line-height:10px; margin-bottom:-1px; margin-left:30px; text-align:center; text-transform:uppercase; width:443]PUSH MY BODY UP AGAINST THE WALL AND PICK YOUR POISON[/style] [style=border-top:1px dotted; font-size:9px; line-height:9px; margin-bottom:10px; margin-left:30px; text-align:center; width:443] [/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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