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SparkleDemon
Branchcloud' steps were light of the soft grass of the semmingly endless moor. Trees were scattered along the left side of the cats. The wiry brown and white tom slowed to a stop and sighed,
"We've been walking... for days... maybe we should find shelter? There's a forest there, maybe there's a place to set up camp for the night?" the Amber eyed tom looked at the black she-cat.