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Post by Arrow on Jul 31, 2015 18:40:36 GMT -6
Arrow wandered through the Plains in silence. The sun was hot on her fur, which the rogue didn't enjoy. She seen a couple trees in a group a few fox-lengths away from her current position and darted for it. She was close to the DeathClan forest, she could smell it. The tabby checked to see if they had claimed this area, and they had not. It was acceptable for a temporary territory. From what she knew, some of the rogues claimed a small bit of a the badlands, and loners only claimed small pieces of territory for themselves. Since there were about 15 trees here, she claimed the area for herself. It was more prey-rich then the badlands, but it was defiantly warmer.
Arrow made herself a den inside an uprooted tree. She had to terminate a few mice and a rat, and remove many cobwebs, but it was cozy. She made a nest out of moss and grass, which was a suitable fit. Then she remembered Vengeance with a frown. He was her best friend from DeathClan before he disappeared, and the tabby missed him. Arrow gave a sigh before shaking her head and looked around.
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