September 21st, 2023, 10:40 PM
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watermeon
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Join Date: Mar 2018
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Re: ThunderClan Territory
Wolfmist trailed at the back of the group, gaze absentmindedly flickering from plant to plant. His paws felt oddly numb, though he supposed that could be attributed to the chill that the oncoming leaf-fall was slowly bringing the air.
His ear twitched as one of his patrolmates spoke, inquiring about the specifics of what they were looking for. Hmm, that's probably a good idea to find out. He wondered if Pebbleshine knew what juniper berries looked like.
The warrior blinked, turning his gaze to Drizzlecloud to await whatever description was going to be given.
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