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An Entity of Type : owl:Thing, within Data Space : 134.155.108.49:8890 associated with source dataset(s)

You're treading through a marshy place, the sun is shining brightly through the trees, blaring in your eyes. As you carry the plump squirrel you caught earlier, you become wary of nearby scents. You started to believe it was a pack, until the scents varied of different species and you figured it was just the ones living nearby. So you sauntered onwards, pushing the bushes that got in your face. It was dark and all you needed was a shelter. The trees disappear and you find yourself in a clearing. There are many mixed in scents, but you're undaunted and move on. A luxurious waterfall flows in front of you and as you look past you see it opens up into another clearing. You walk through. Then you shake off your drenched pelt and look around. Canines! Felines! Everywhere! You step back in fear,

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rdfs:label	Rogue Central
rdfs:comment	You're treading through a marshy place, the sun is shining brightly through the trees, blaring in your eyes. As you carry the plump squirrel you caught earlier, you become wary of nearby scents. You started to believe it was a pack, until the scents varied of different species and you figured it was just the ones living nearby. So you sauntered onwards, pushing the bushes that got in your face. It was dark and all you needed was a shelter. The trees disappear and you find yourself in a clearing. There are many mixed in scents, but you're undaunted and move on. A luxurious waterfall flows in front of you and as you look past you see it opens up into another clearing. You walk through. Then you shake off your drenched pelt and look around. Canines! Felines! Everywhere! You step back in fear,
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abstract	You're treading through a marshy place, the sun is shining brightly through the trees, blaring in your eyes. As you carry the plump squirrel you caught earlier, you become wary of nearby scents. You started to believe it was a pack, until the scents varied of different species and you figured it was just the ones living nearby. So you sauntered onwards, pushing the bushes that got in your face. It was dark and all you needed was a shelter. The trees disappear and you find yourself in a clearing. There are many mixed in scents, but you're undaunted and move on. A luxurious waterfall flows in front of you and as you look past you see it opens up into another clearing. You walk through. Then you shake off your drenched pelt and look around. Canines! Felines! Everywhere! You step back in fear, your eyes wide. This pack will kill me, you thought. But no one took any notice of you. A few of them were socializing, a few were alone. A golden pelted feline walks up, it loomed over you, but wasn't hostile. "Oh hey, I'm Mottled!" You hear the friendliness in his voice and let your fur lie flat. "I'm Willow, is this a Clan?" Mottled purrs, obviously amused. "A Clan? No. This is Rogue Central! A place for all rogues to eat, sleep, and socialize. People come and go as they please and there aren't any rules, me and my friends are sharing some prey, why don't you come hang out with us!"

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