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Post by TalonFrost on Jun 17, 2016 11:58:39 GMT -6
Foxstrike
Padding out of the Nursery young Talon looked around. His eyes wide as he scanned the busy clearing. He watched as everyone seemed to have job and a place... sitting down he watched mesmerized by the daily duty's all the warriors and apprenticed put up with. He tilted his head as a scent he had smelt before cleared. Foxstrike? his russet pelt was hard to mistake. A wide smile broke out along his muzzle. "Hia" he called.
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