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Post by NKninja on Dec 22, 2011 2:41:11 GMT -5
Rowanstar; leader of his clan was perched on a high branch above even his camp. He was sunning himself in the Leaf-fall sun. He had thought of the battle they recently had with Flourishclan, how one of the apprentices died from lack of being on common ground. Poor Dustpaw... Only 2 moons into training and already on his way to Starclan. He began to etch his paw as he began to think of his own well being. Only 7 lives left, Oh how time flied as his lives began to fly away like birds. He turned down to the camp where the warriors had rested themselves on their own thick and strong branches.
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