Griffin
Apprentice
Peasant
With imagination, anything can happen.
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Post by Griffin on Jun 9, 2014 13:29:14 GMT -6
(Open for two people) Griffin was splayed in front of her den in the long grass, nibbling on a mouse she just caught. It was another ordinary, yet extraordinary-ly boring day in Deathclan. Nothing had happened after Drought sent the chosen Deathclanners to control the clans. Griffin wondered whether the cats at the clans were having a good time, or if they were in complete chaos. But it probably was better than this. She took the mouse's rump in her jaws, too tired to chew anymore. Griffin decided to was best to bury it. May be save it for another day, a day when she was hungry. She stood up and headed toward the forest.
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