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[Gosling]

It was dark. It was night and the Himalayan male was roaming around the territory, looking for a place to hide away for the night. Not like it really bothered him much, but he was tired of his life. Things were better in Fireclan, but Deathclan would be his home. It just had to. No matter how many times he would have to force himself to believe that. The tom sighed, stopping by the river and stared into the waters, seeking for his reflection under the moonlight's offering.