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Post by rathli on Jan 17, 2007 7:11:37 GMT -5
Rathli Bronzefur was walking down a path somewhat leisurely, his mental state was calm and sane, although, one wrong move could make him snap. He found himself approaching the southern lands, he smelt the air, a bird sung a sweet song.
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Post by Sen on Jan 17, 2007 12:30:52 GMT -5
Artimis Brightsong flicked his bushy tail and bent down lower in the branches. The sun shone down through the trees and filled him with a sense of warmth. He had been following this fox for about an hour now; ever since the fox walked by him it struck him as odd to see a fox in these lands. Especially so near Cantergrove, his village, which had been filled with squirrels for as long as he could remember. He jumped to another branch.
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