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Post by Thusula on Jun 6, 2015 16:48:24 GMT -6
The farmland was too quiet. Where were his Tribemates lately, especially of Ragabash and Aslan? The Shaman of Winter grumbled, pawing the ground anxiously. He did not see any cat around for moons. They couldn't have all possibly vanished, have they?
'I did warn him not to let the mongrels into the Tribe. I already knew that they would infest the Tribe and lower our numbers ever more than ever.' Thusula couldn't believe how gullible and kind-hearted Ragabash was to allowing the outsiders be inducted into his home. They infested his kind's traditions, their culture, and now there was the possibility he was the only one left.
He would have to move out if needed.
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