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Post by Brightpaw on Feb 16, 2014 16:00:52 GMT -6
Brightpaw struggled to the warrior' a den, trying to push a pile of cleaning supplies on a thin slab of stone. He looked over the dry grass, moss, and feathers to see that he had arrived at the warrior's den. He walked around the load and looked in.
"Does anyone need their nest cleaned?" he asked.
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Post by Cheetahfur on Feb 16, 2014 17:47:59 GMT -6
"Alot of us, I'm afraid." joked Cheetahfur. "But why don't you start over there? That's the senior warriors' nests. They would appreciate it more, I would think."
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Post by Crowwing on Feb 18, 2014 0:31:49 GMT -6
Crowwing waited outside of the den, patiently giving Brightpaw the time to finish his assessment. His ears flicked, hearing a voice that he heard before and listened curiously, wondering what his apprentice would say to his soon-to-be den mate.
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