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Post by Fernpelt on May 29, 2010 17:14:05 GMT -6
Fernpelt walked into her den after the excitement of the day. She had heard something with Gentleheart and CrimsonAngel. The something wasn't good. In a good and bad way, she wasn't needed at the moment.
(sorry if this next part is powerplaying, but we needed a messenger) Redpaw streaked in, a shocked look on her face, panting. "Uh...why is there a strange cat in my den. You're from Ice Clan." Fernpelt said uneasily. The apprentice smelled distinctively of Darkstar's clan. "Help...needed. Follow." she managed to gasp out. Fernpelt sighed. Another distraction. She picked up her herbs and followed the cat.
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