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Extra #1 || Writing
Word Count || 250 / 250 words
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Lambpaw had begun his journey away from the only home he knew. Rogues helped teach him proper hunting, then became the past as he aimlessly traveled, finding his own path.
He had a companion, though he had naught an idea, the evidence was laid bare around him. Crow feathers would fall on occasion around him, and if he had noticed, it happened in every terrain he trekked. Blissfully unaware, and enjoying his newfound freedom, Lamb started heading to the upper Northwest region of the island.
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A burnt orange pelt lingered in the trees, a soft, wispy black smoke wafting from around it. A snarl graced this toms muzzle, though it seemed empty, void of any genuine anger. 'He is going further than I had anticipated.' He thinks to himself, his abyss-eske eyes staring at Lamb from afar. 'Perhaps it matters not. I have gotten what I wished for; an agent in the stars. The stars will remain no longer soon, the skies light sapped by our branches.'
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By this time, Lamb had reached his new home. Within a cluster of Myrtle Trees, he'd found a friendly group of Cats, a ''clan'' they'd called themselves. In the beginning, the agreement was for him to just stay for 10 moons; until he'd gotten up on his feet and better again.
He'd ended up staying with them. He'd found a home in their kind smiles, and caring nuzzles. It was time to move on.
Not a regret reached him.
Not even an echo.
Extra #1 || Writing
Word Count || 250 / 250 words
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Lambpaw had begun his journey away from the only home he knew. Rogues helped teach him proper hunting, then became the past as he aimlessly traveled, finding his own path.
He had a companion, though he had naught an idea, the evidence was laid bare around him. Crow feathers would fall on occasion around him, and if he had noticed, it happened in every terrain he trekked. Blissfully unaware, and enjoying his newfound freedom, Lamb started heading to the upper Northwest region of the island.
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A burnt orange pelt lingered in the trees, a soft, wispy black smoke wafting from around it. A snarl graced this toms muzzle, though it seemed empty, void of any genuine anger. 'He is going further than I had anticipated.' He thinks to himself, his abyss-eske eyes staring at Lamb from afar. 'Perhaps it matters not. I have gotten what I wished for; an agent in the stars. The stars will remain no longer soon, the skies light sapped by our branches.'
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By this time, Lamb had reached his new home. Within a cluster of Myrtle Trees, he'd found a friendly group of Cats, a ''clan'' they'd called themselves. In the beginning, the agreement was for him to just stay for 10 moons; until he'd gotten up on his feet and better again.
He'd ended up staying with them. He'd found a home in their kind smiles, and caring nuzzles. It was time to move on.
Not a regret reached him.
Not even an echo.