Finchtalon
Finchtalon was quiet from the departure of his mother’s the Tom somberly padded out of camp for a walk. By a small tree stump lay the dead warrior, Moonshine. The tom ran back into camp panic in his eyes/”Help Moonshine! please help!” He glanced back through the enterance of camp, the grotesque image of Moonshine by the tree stump fresh in his mind..”....”
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Finchtalon was quiet from the departure of his mother’s the Tom somberly padded out of camp for a walk. By a small tree stump lay the dead warrior, Moonshine. The tom ran back into camp panic in his eyes/”Help Moonshine! please help!” He glanced back through the enterance of camp, the grotesque image of Moonshine by the tree stump fresh in his mind..”....”