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<div class="asursbox"><p><p><p><p><br><div style="margin-top: 110px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; background-color: #000; width: 400px; height: 350px;"><div style="padding: 0px 20px 20px 20px;"><div style="overflow: auto; width: 379px; height: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #f0f0f0; " class="asur1"><div style="padding: 20px 20px 20px 20px;">He would lounge lazily in the frozen wasteland, hips flipped in a relaxed manner though he would keep himself propped up on his elbows, one talon'd paw supporting his chin while the other one would idly pick at the frozen shrub before him. Body would remain pressed against the charred and blackened husk of a tree though for once there was heat coming from the husk, a soft light illuminating the immediate area. He wasn't overly fond of the winter but something about this winter made him think it was here for quite some time. Eyes were slightly glazed, as if he wasn't really paying attention to what he was doing. Black feathers lay sleek atop yellow body for the first time ever. Normally he would fluff up the magnificent plumage that he was so proud of but today seemed so... Lack lustre... A sigh would slip from his lips and paw that had been tasked with pulling at frozen leaves dropped to the ground. He was feeling strange today... Homesick perhaps? At least with father there was always something to do, something to prove... Here there was nothing. His older siblings were bickering all the damn time, Widow was nowhere to be seen... Thankfully Cardinal had shown back up so that made him feel better at least. 

Slowly he would drop his hand from his face and slowly roll himself into a standing position, taking his time and stretching. Feathered tail would ruffle and shake as he shook dust from his pelt. Like the rest of his litter he seemed to be more feathers then fur where as his eldest siblings sported more long feathery feelers then actual plumage. Though Widow sported a tail much like their fathers, something he was quite jealous of. Slowly he would turn south, heading further into Mactibilis and more towards where Morgana had claimed her pack. Funny how everything had worked out. Warbler had always seen himself as a leader and yet now here he was following his less then ambitious brother and his littler girlfriend. At least this purple woman was beautiful, a fact that their father would approve of. Hopefully that was what would get them further in life but who really knew... He was just oh so bored... Even the eternal winter seemed dull now that the initial shock had died down. The howls that seemed ever present in the distance seemed to constantly draw closer before fading away again, for some reason they didn't bother him as much as they had originally bothered him...</div></div></div> 


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