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Post by crystal on Feb 27, 2007 16:55:21 GMT -5
A young gray silver walked out of the warrior’s den, stretching in the sun light. She had just woken up from a nap. “What can I do? Is there a patrol or hunting party going out soon?” mewed Sweetleaf loudly. She looked around hopefully.
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Post by ripplestar on Mar 2, 2007 11:12:17 GMT -5
"Of Course you may" Ripplestars voice mewed.
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