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Gather 'round the campfire, to sing our campfire song - Storytelling//O
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08-15-2018, 01:23 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px;font-size: 10pt;text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"]With the large lack of rain during the moons of Greenleaf, Fernheart had watched the stream that flowed nearby the sandy hollow begin to growing smaller and smaller. If the she-cat were honest, it scared her. If the stream dried up, surely prey would die as a result. And if it grew harder to hunt and their clan began to starve... Surely, they would have to fight another clan for territory to hunt. If they didn't, they would doom themselves until the drought ended and no one knew when that would happen.
When she heard Suneye's cry to come and listen to his story, the lilac point scoffed. However, she still rolled onto her paws and walked over, peering at the tom with a look of mild interest. "Shouldn't the elders be telling the stories, Suneye?" she asked dryly from behind him, laying on the ground with a bemused expression on her smooth features. "I hope it isn't one of your usual tall tales," she commented, tail flicking behind her as she let the sun warm her pale-colored pelt. as part of bearbones, you have been vored
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