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| - Your lost. There is no other word for the sensation of having no possible remark of common sense nor familiar surroundings. Your muscles ripple, as you slink through the foliage. Your body is tense, as your tenebris pellum begins to bristle as the aroma of other felines enter your plansume nasale. Your body lowers in a submissive manner, as the aroma grows stronger by the second. You know there are many, you sense the immense amount of bodies within the upcoming clearing. Verdant leaves shield your from the sight of the felines. One of your extensor comunnies digitorm lifts as your epigastricinguinal recticilum pushes through the brush, causing the felines to catch sight of you. Hisses are emitted from their builds,"What do you think your doing on our territory?" A brutish vocal sounds. Followed by a feminine voice, "Don't mind him, I'm Rhynne and we welcome you with open arms to Thrushclan, home to rogues and clan-cats alike." She greets you with a welcoming smile and sweet raspy vocals. 165446 spooky forest background by indigodeep.jpg Dark Forest-1600.jpg A cat o3o.jpg Dark forest wallpaper widescreen.jpg forest_stock_29_by_sed_rah_stock-d3e4jbw.jpg
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