ApplePaw
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↪Gender - Female ↪Age - 8 moons ↪Tags - GrayCloud
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ApplePaw smiled, knowing now that GrayCloud felt the same.
The small apprentice blinked her eyes in front of her before looking down at the ground. She noticed the ground slowly, over time, getting flatter. They must be getting closer to camp. "What will we do when we get back?" she asked curiously while jumping over a large stick lying flat on the ground. As she jumped she had to steady herself and the herbs that she almost dropped before moving on.BeaverStep
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↪Gender - male ↪Age - 20 moons ↪Tag - Open
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BeaverStep stretched a bit. He moved his head down until his shoulders brushed against his cheek fur. He stretched his legs, and his toes. The tom then stood up and rolled his head. Counter clockwise then stopped in the middle and went clockwise.
The warrior sat normally once again right before his stomach started to growl and complain. BeaverStep perked his ears. He glanced over at the newly stacked fresh-kill pile with longing.