October 3rd, 2017, 09:06 PM
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Rising Up
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Join Date: May 2017
Gender: My Gender? Nocturnalgender...?
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Re: The Tribe of Falling Leaves
Falcon awoke with a yawn. It was early, but he knew that prey was starting to run low. Best if I get used to this, He thought, grumbling. The Prey-Hunter shuffled out into the open sky, letting the cool northern breezes ruffle his matted fur. After a quick stretch, the tom bounded out of the camp, swiveling his ears in search of prey.
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