the sound of winter [o]

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Thump. Crack.

The tortoiseshell and white she-cat's paw-steps crunched as she stepped in the snow, her head held high so as not to drag her measly catch against the ground. Hastily, she headed back toward the trees, not feeling comfortable out in the open plain. But despite the scrawny catch, the look in her eyes showed triumph. She had been out hunting all day, prowling around the entire forest in search of food. The sun had already started to drop down beneath the stretch of land that she was forbidden to enter. Not that she cared much; she would much rather stay in her own territory than cross over into another's.

But these days, most of the trees in the ThunderClan forest didn't even shelter them from the open sky and the chilling snow. All of their leaves were gone as a result of the leaf-fall season. Yet the she-cat still found it more comforting to be surrounded by bare trees than to be out in the openness of the Rabbit Hill. She could always count on leaf-bare to make her feel like she was living in a hybrid world of the ThunderClan and WindClan territories.

As she approached the first of the trees to her forest, Wildstar's yellow eyes scanned the area, her ears straining forward for any sound... but there was none. She sighed through her nose, not being able to do so through her mouth due to the rabbit in between her jaws, and made a mental note to herself to send out more able-bodied warriors to hunt. It may be cold, but at the peak of leaf-bare, now was not the time to be slacking off.

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[NIGHTPELT]

[atrb=width,447,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][bg=000000] To say it was freezing out would be a bit of an understatement. Despite the fact that the she-cat's pelt had thickened during leaf-bare, she could still feel the chilling air around her. Her fur had never been very thick to begin with and she was always finding herself cold, but it was something she had grown use to as the moons went by. Shaking her nimble form, removing the loose speckles of snow that had previously clung to the strands of her fur, Nightpelt gradually returned to her search of stinging nettle, having run low on the prickly herb. She had never enjoyed the gathering of the plant, the small, thin needles always a bother and irritant to her mouth, but it was something that had to be done either way. Unfortunately, with the layers of snow that covered the earth, they were hard to find just as every herb during leaf-bare was. As she slowly padded through the trees that lined the edge of the forest, her black pelt easily stood out against her white, dull surroundings. That was always the one thing that she had never liked about her dark colored fur during leaf-bare. She could easily be spotted from a great distance and it wasn't very easy for her to hide herself either. But, she was glad at the thought that she didn't have to worry so much about the thought as she was usually at camp. Yes, she remembered the days when she was an apprentice when she had taken trips with her mentor to hunt and had ever partake in a few fights against the other clans, but she couldn't say she missed them. Her duty as a medicine cat was what fitted her almost perfectly. There were times when she would doubt her decision, but the thought hardly ever lasted long. Shuffling around in the flank-deep snow, Nightpelt snorted faint as a clump of the cold substance clung onto her nose, chilling the exposed flesh. Shaking her head, the she-cat gave a faint hiss as her ears pressed back. "Snow. Snow. I hate snow.", she spat faintly as she ended up pushing herself back onto her rump, sinking a bit in the snow. Her ears were pressed back against her head in frustration as she sighed, her yellowed eyes glancing from side to side as she tried to think of where to look next for the stinging nettle. As she rested there in the chilling snow, though, she caught a brief flash of movement in the corner of her eye. Her ears instantly stood up, her muscles tense as she looked around for the form once more. Opening her mouth, she deeply inhaled the scents that lingered around her, her fur bristling faintly along her spine as she grew nervous. She was down-wind of the being, meaning she couldn't get a clear grasp of the scent that belonged to the being that was drawing near.

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[style=width:390px; height:390px; border:2px solid #8e2323; background-color:#CD5555; padding:5px; margin-top:-40px;][style=font-family:coming soon; font-size:13px; text-align:center; text-transform:lowercase; margin-top:-20px; margin-left:123px;]i beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies[/style][style=width:375px; height:380px; font-family:arial; font-size:12px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:5px; margin-top:5px; overflow:auto;]The sudden movement of a shadow amongst the edge of the forest made her stop. She took a moment to make sure that it wasn't her own shadow before verifying that someone was indeed on the prowl for prey... It didn't look as if the warrior had caught anything though, and Wildstar felt that she might as well warn the cat that she had probably caught the only piece of prey that was running around in the area she just came from. Not that she didn't appreciate the warrior's effort anyhow. So pick up her pace again, she turned toward the dark feline.

Except when she approached the cat, it turned out that the warrior wasn't a warrior at all; it was just Nightpelt. Sighing and with a slight look of annoyance, she knew that she couldn't stop now, knowing that she was well within sight and scent of the medicine cat, and that turning back would make it obvious that she was trying to avoid her.

"Evening, Nightpelt." She greeted the young dark she-cat through the fur of her catch. Quickly realizing that speaking through her rabbit wouldn't be very effective in a conversation and a bit rude, she dropped it at her paws. "Hunting for herbs?" Of course she was, and at least if it wasn't a warrior hunting, it was the medicine cat doing her job. Looking back toward the Rabbit Hill, she said, "You might not find much there unless you go digging underneath the snow... But that might take a long time, and there's very little daylight left." She looked back at the black she-cat, wondering what her response would be to that.[/style][/style][style=font-family:coming soon; font-size:14px; text-align:center; text-transform:lowercase; -webkit-transform:rotate(180deg); margin-top:-7px; margin-left:-110px;]this is the dawning of the rest of our lives[/style]

[NIGHTPELT]

[atrb=width,447,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][bg=000000] Lowering her dark-pelted form to the snow-covered earth, Nightpelt's ears pressed back flat against her skull, her tail twitching from her nervousness. She hated that she couldn't properly smell the feline that was ahead of her, and the medicine cat simply feared the worst. If it was a cat of another clan, she could only pray to StarClan that she would be able to warn the others without getting herself into any sort of fight. But, if she had to, then she would. As the feline's paw steps came closer, the she-cat could still not clearly see the pelt of the stranger, but she was finally welcomed by the familiar scent of her leader. Letting out a long sigh of relief, Nightpelt allowed her muscles to relax, her tail laying flat over the snow. A faint purr of amusement rumbled in her throat as she found herself inwardly laughing at her paranoid behavior. Pressing her ears forward once more, she allowed herself to sit up straight, smiling faintly as her great clan leader came into view. At Wildstar's greeting, the medicine cat kindly bowed her head faintly in respect, purring softly before she looked back up at the she-cat. "Good evening," she mewed softly, her soft yellow eyes watching her leader with amusement before she placed down her catch. The rabbit that now lay motionless on the snow wasn't exactly the greatest looking catch she had ever seen, but it was to be expected during leaf-bare. It was a common thing, actually, to be constantly on the verge of hunger no matter what during the snow days of leaf-bare. As her bright yellow eyes stared at the kill for a moment, she could practically feel her mouth water at the thought of food. Glancing away, her tongue eagerly ran over the edges of her muzzle, ignoring the hunger that gnawed at her. Being the kind, caring soul that she was, she hardly ever ate before any of the others. At times, she had even gone a day without eating. In her mind, the clan were to be fed first before her. She was there to care for them all, and she was determined to do so in every way possible. As the she-cat before her spoke once more, her ear twitched to the side to catch her words, her eyes returning to her leader. A faint chuckle escaped her jaws as she nodded her head in agreement, briefly glancing up at the darkening sky. "Yes, I suppose you're right. I should perhaps look at dawn instead for the stinging nettle," she sighed, smiling faintly as she curled her tail around her paws once more, shifting a bit in the snow. "One of the kits have a nasty stomach cold. The poor dear. He can hardly keep a thing down." Her ears lowered faintly in sympathy of the small kit. She had enough stinging nettle for now to get him through the night, but she hoped to get more quickly so he could heal faster. The kits were no doubt already hungry on a normal basis, and he needed the food.

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Wildstar smiled when Nightpelt promptly agreed with her, but it soon faded when the medicine cat mentioned a small kit with a cold. Instantly she remembered a story her mother told her about a sister that Wildstar used to have, who had died of greencough soon after birth in the middle of a harsh leaf-bare. A soft sigh escaped her lips. She never knew her sister, in fact, she would never have known she ever did have one had it not been for that story that her mother told her, and yet, it stung her heart to know that in that leaf-bare, a life that could've made much impact in the Clan was lost.

"Do you have enough of this... stinging nettle, for the kit?" She asked. The tortoiseshell and white she-cat didn't know anything about herbs, but seeing as Nightpelt mentioned the plant along with the kit, she just inferred that they were correlated. "I don't mean to stop you from doing your duty if that's what you need more of." She meowed solemnly. "I appreciate the fact that you're still out here, caring for others while I have seen none of my warriors hunting thus far... and I've been out since the morning." She said, her voice getting quieter and her words uttered grudgingly toward the end of her sentence.

Her yellow gaze looked back out to the field blanketed in snow that she had just left, and the trail of tracks that lead to her form. Looking back at the dark she-cat beside her, she offered, "If you really need help with the herbs, I may as well offer assistance. If the both of us look for it, perhaps we'll get the job done faster and be back at camp before it gets too dark." Then, without waiting for an answer from Nightpelt, she kicked snow over her kill in an attempt to hide it from scavengers. She motioned back toward the field for Nightpelt to follow, before heading back out, away from the comfort of her beloved forest trees.

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[NIGHTPELT]

[atrb=width,447,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][bg=000000] Having wandered into thought for a moment during the brief pause in their conversation, Nightpelt's ears quickly stood erect once more as her leader spoke. Her head jerked in her direction faintly as she yanked herself from her thoughts, her bright yellow eyes watching the she-cat intently as she listened. She did have enough of the stinging nettle for the time being, seeing as only one of the kits were infected with the sickness. But, one could never be too careful and who knew if any of the other kits would get it as well. She really hoped that they wouldn't. Not exactly having the chance to speak as Wildstar continued to speak, the dark-furred she-cat tilted her head faintly as she spoke of the warriors. Surely they weren't all doing nothing. Ears flicking faintly as she smiled at the apparently hidden compliment -- though she thought little of it -- Nightpelt glanced away for a moment before speaking. "I'm sure there are others out hunting," she purred softly, almost in a reassuring manner. "I know not everyone in the clan is as driven as you are, but they still care for one another enough to go out hunting for the clan." Smiling at her leader, her tail swaying faintly behind her, Nightpelt clearly believed in her own words. Despite the nature of some of her clan mates, she was sure that even the mean-spirited ones cared enough for the clan. The way she saw it, there was always a piece of a good heart in every cat. One just might have to dig deep to find it. Watching the tortoiseshell she-cat that rested before her, the medicine cat slowly stood onto her paws, expecting them to return to camp together until her leader made a bit of a surprised offer to her. She hadn't expected Wildstar to help her with such a simple task, but she was grateful for it nevertheless. As the she-cat began padding over to the rabbit hill once more, though, the younger feline couldn't help but giggle faintly. "While I appreciate the help, Wildstar, you won't find any out there," she meowed, a hint of laughter and amusement in her voice. "Stinging nettle will probably be growing somewhere sheltered from the snow. Somewhere beneath bushes." As she took a moment to shake her lithe, black form, clearing it of any clinging snow, she began trotting through the edge of the clearing, smiling as she paused, looking back at her leader with a sense of glee shimmering in her eyes.

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[style=width:390px; height:390px; border:2px solid #8e2323; background-color:#CD5555; padding:5px; margin-top:-40px;][style=font-family:coming soon; font-size:13px; text-align:center; text-transform:lowercase; margin-top:-20px; margin-left:123px;]i beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies[/style][style=width:375px; height:380px; font-family:arial; font-size:12px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:5px; margin-top:5px; overflow:auto;]The tortoiseshell and white she-cat gave Nightpelt a slight smile at her reassurance, knowing that she was probably right, and that just by chance, Wildstar just missed all of them while hunting. It didn't seem likely, but for the sake of avoiding an argument, she didn't say anything else about it.

She came to an abrupt stop when she heard a sudden noise erupt from behind her. Her ears were perked in surprise, and she looked wide-eyed at the black she-cat from which the noise came from. But before she could ask why Nightpelt was giggling, the medicine cat explained where the stinging nettle could be found. She blinked, and pondered over what she said for a brief moment, before looking back toward the plain that she was headed toward. Realizing that it was... well, a plain, with no bushes or shelter in sight, she felt embarrassment flush over her form. "Oh, well, I guess you'd be right. Lead the way, then." She said, making an effort not to make herself sound like she was giving Nightpelt an order.

Now following slightly behind the dark she-cat, she stayed quiet throughout their trip, thinking silently to herself. Then she realized something; she didn't even know what she was looking for! "Umm... Excuse me for asking, Nightpelt, but um... what does this stinging nettle look like?" Being, well, not a medicine cat, Wildstar was completely unfamiliarized with any type of herb they used. For the second time that evening, she felt embarrassed at her lack of knowledge in such a thing. She knew it wasn't something that a warrior knew in general, but she still couldn't help but feel stupid anyway.[/style][/style][style=font-family:coming soon; font-size:14px; text-align:center; text-transform:lowercase; -webkit-transform:rotate(180deg); -moz-transform:rotate(180deg); margin-top:-7px; margin-left:-110px;]this is the dawning of the rest of our lives[/style]

[NIGHTPELT]

[atrb=width,447,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][bg=000000] As they padded along through the powdery snow, her previous purr of amusement still lingered deep in her throat, glancing back on occasion at her tortoiseshell leader. He knowledge of such things was something she had always took pride in. She was grateful for the wisdom she held of the earth's remedies and was proud to be able to use such things to help care for her clan. Being the gentle, loving she-cat she was, Nightpelt always saw her duty of caring for her clan as the greatest thing ever. In a way, all of her clan mates were her kits in a manner of speaking. She tended to their physical ailments and they spiritual needs. They needed her just as much as she needed them, and there was something about that that she just loved. Smiling faintly to herself as she went along, she would pause every now and then when a bush came into view, digging her head beneath the snow and branches of the plant. Most of them held nothing beneath them, much to her dislike. As she pulled her head out of the bush, her ears flicking as the snow irritated her inner ear fur, she took a moment to shake herself and rid her form of the chilling substance. As Wildstar spoke, though, the medicine paused as she realized she hadn't explained to her what the herb looked like at all. Quietly laughing at herself for simply assuming the she-cat knew what stinging nettle was, she smiled as she looked at the leader. "Oh, no, it's fine. It's my fault for not explaining. Stinging nettle looks more like a very prickly fern,", she explained. "They're usually under bushes or places the snow can't reach them. Don't touch them, though. Their prickles really do hurt.", she warned before she stood once more and trotting up ahead a bit, her tail flicking lightly to gesture her leader to follow.

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[style=width:390px; height:390px; border:2px solid #8e2323; background-color:#CD5555; padding:5px; margin-top:-40px;][style=font-family:coming soon; font-size:13px; text-align:center; text-transform:lowercase; margin-top:-20px; margin-left:123px;]i beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies[/style][style=width:375px; height:380px; font-family:arial; font-size:12px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:5px; margin-top:5px; overflow:auto;]Wildstar blinked, as she watched the medicine cat duck her heads underneath bushes, looking for the stinging nettle. The tortoiseshell she-cat wanted to do the same, but she hesitated to do so, knowing that even if she found the stinging nettle, she would probably overlook it, since she really didn't know what she was doing at all. So she awkwardly stood and watched the medicine cat as the two paused so that she could check for the herb.

In response to Nightpelt's reply, she nodded her head and meowed softly, "Good to know..." She was still unsure of what the stinging nettle would look like, but now with a vague image in her head, she began to look underneath bushes that Nightpelt hadn't checked yet. But so far, she didn't see anything that resembled a prickly fern. No, she just had snow fall all over her neck and head at the slightest rustle of one of the branches, each and every time and each and every bush. And every single time, she would hiss in both surprise and annoyance.

Already annoyed at this job, Wildstar wondered how Nightpelt could keep up with such a tedious task until when she looked underneath yet another blasted bush, she saw a plant that looked like it had tiny claws sticking out of it's leaves. She blinked. Could this be it? "Nightpelt! Come here, I think I might've found it..." She called to the black she-cat. Looking back down at the plant, she waited until the medicine cat was by her side before asking, "Do you think this is it?"[/style][/style][style=font-family:coming soon; font-size:14px; text-align:center; text-transform:lowercase; -webkit-transform:rotate(180deg); -moz-transform:rotate(180deg); margin-top:-7px; margin-left:-110px;]this is the dawning of the rest of our lives[/style]

[NIGHTPELT]

[atrb=width,447,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][bg=000000] Running her tongue briefly over her lips, wiping away the snow that had stuck to the flesh of her nose, Nightpelt paused in her search as her eyes followed her leader. It was more than amusing to see her clan's leader digging beneath bushes and coming out half covered in snow. She hardly ever saw Wildstar doing things such as this. But, of course, that was coming from the she-cat who hardly ever had the chance to actually leave her den or the camp for that matter. No, more often than not, she would be confined to the boundaries of the clan's camp, only leaving to gather herbs that others could not get. Even those times were seldom, though. Unless it was a herb that was difficult to find such as this stinging nettle, she usually had an apprentice gather the herbs. Perhaps for any other cat they would've become restless and wanted to go out more, but Nightpelt didn't mind in the least. She may not have had the chance to get out much, but she had her friends in the clan, and that was more than enough for her. Smiling faintly as she continued to watch Wildstar poke around beneath the branches of a bush, her ears were quick to stand erect as the other she-cat called her over. Purring faintly at the thought that they could possibly have the herb with them now, she quickly bounded over to Wildstar's side, dipping her head below the branches as well to examine the plant. With what little lighting they had, she eyed the plant, sniffing faintly at it before she smiled widely, her tail twitching with excitement. "Oh, wonderful," she cheered, looking over at her leader with glee. "You've found it. And this should be more than enough to get the kit through his sickness." Giggling faintly, she gratefully rubbed her nose against Wildstar's shoulder before she turned back to the prickly plant. Unsheathing her claws, the medicine cat hesitated for a moment before she began batting her paw against the base of the plant, trying to scrape it from the earth. The small needles easily pricked her paw pads, sending their stinging oils into her paw. Her discomfort and even slight pain was clear in her eyes, but she did her best to ignore it.

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Wildstar purred in delight when the dark she-cat came over and confirmed her findings. She stepped back to let the medicine cat do her work, but at the same time tried to look over her shoulder to see what she was doing. It took her a while to get a good view while discreetly looking for one; she didn't want to seem to eager, or she might be viewed as some kind of curious, meddling kit... which she believed she was not.

It was a peculiar thing, that Nightpelt was doing, batting at the base of the plant. She could see the obvious look of pain in the black she-cat's face, but if she felt the prick of the stinging nettle, besides her facial expression, she showed no hint of it. Wildstar smirked. Such a young cat, and a medicine cat especially, had not endured the battles of wounds of war. She was obviously soft, and thought, and probably hoped, that the stinging nettle would be the only pain she felt. Purring softly, she asked, "Do you need some help?" But without waiting for an answer, she reached one of her paws in toward the base of the plant.

She unsheathed her claws and reached forward, aiming to dig out the roots, but with a sudden lurch forward due to imbalance, she just barely stroke the plant, and an itching pain shot up her paw. With a small shock and a sudden gasp, she withdrew her paw quickly, surprise written all across her face. Still feeling the lingering sting of the plant, she stomped her paw into the snow, hoping that that would numb out the pain. Clearing her throat, obviously embarrassed for being so shocked at such a little thing, she said, "I was... I was just surprised, was all. I didn't expect it, I lost my balance, you see. It doesn't hurt, not at all." No, it didn't hurt like any wound she's ever suffered from before, but it was a different kind of hurt, one that itched and irritated her, nagging her to no end. It was a hurt that she never really experienced before.

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[NIGHTPELT]

[atrb=width,447,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][bg=000000] As the black-furred she-cat clawed at the base of the prickly plant, she was relieved to find it bending a bit to one side, meaning she only needed a few more hits before she could take the plant's leaves. As she went on with her task, Nightpelt could feel the warm, misty breath of her leader on her shoulder, a purr of amusement rising in her chest. She had never thought her Clan leader would be interested in watching her method of collecting the herb. The pain in her paw pads was beginning to fade at that point, more so for the fact that the oils had completely covered her paw and had practically made it numb with pain. There was still an overall ache in her paw, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. Almost finishing off the thick base of the herb, her ear twitched back sharply as she barely caught Wildstar's words. Her bright yellow eyes darted over to the she-cat, her mouth opening in warning and confirmation that she almost had it. But, the words never even left the medicine cat's voice before the tortoiseshell leader reached out to the plant. Nightpelt's muscles tensed beneath her pelt as she felt Wildstar jerk back in shock. With her fur bristling faintly along her shoulders, she quickly flattened her fur against her lithe form as she quickly pulled out from under the bush as well. "Oh, dear. Oh. Oh, I'm sure that was a nasty surprise.", she spoke softly as a queen would speak to a kit if they had been hurt. The medicine cat didn't answer to her leader's words, clearly unfazed by the whole incident and acted like she hadn't heard any of her words. "Alright, come on, then. Let me see it," she purred in an encouraging manner, digging faintly at the snow around the she-cat's stinging paw to get a better look at it. When she found the paw, she gently began running her tongue over the fur of her paw as she began to nudge at it, trying to get her leader to lift up her paw.

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[style=width:390px; height:390px; border:2px solid #8e2323; background-color:#CD5555; padding:5px; margin-top:-40px;][style=font-family:coming soon; font-size:13px; text-align:center; text-transform:lowercase; margin-top:-20px; margin-left:123px;]i beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies[/style][style=width:375px; height:380px; font-family:arial; font-size:12px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:5px; margin-top:5px; overflow:auto;]Wildstar rolled her eyes at the medicine cat's suddenly honey-like voice, reminding her of her days in the nursery. The last thing she wanted to be treated like was a kit... She wasn't helpless, and she surely wasn't in so much pain that she was in need of such a soothing voice. But as the other she-cat licked her paw, reluctantly, she picked it up so that Nightpelt could examine it, while saying, "It's really no big deal, I was just shocked, was all." But she had a feeling that wasn't going to stop the dark she-cat anyway.

After withstanding a few moments of letting the medicine cat inspect her paw, the tortoiseshell she-cat withdrew it and said, "Look, Nightpelt, I'm fine. There's no need to treat me like a kit. I'm a full-grown cat, I'm your leader, and when I say I'm okay, I mean that I'm okay." She felt kind of bad for pushing the medicine cat away when she was being so thoughtful and caring, but they were losing daylight and they still had to go back and get that rabbit Wildstar had caught earlier.

Now clearing her throat, she stood up straight and tall and gave Nightpelt a hard, regal look. "Now pull out the plant and head back to camp. The night has already started to settle and before long, it'll be too dark to see clearly. I'll meet you back there... I have to go retrieve my prey." And with that she turned, heading back toward the rabbit hill, trying to remember where she had buried the rabbit. She never really liked being so stern with her Clanmates, but she really wanted to get home before it was too dark. Hopefully Nightpelt didn't take it the wrong way... Although she doubted it.[/style][/style][style=font-family:coming soon; font-size:14px; text-align:center; text-transform:lowercase; -webkit-transform:rotate(180deg); margin-top:-7px; margin-left:-110px;]this is the dawning of the rest of our lives[/style]