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Post by {:Moonchaser:} on Jun 11, 2006 19:45:17 GMT -5
Alastair wandered around the wind-beaten plain before coming upon a small copse. This would make a good den... she thought. After preparing a small nest composed of moss & reeds, Al began finding her borders and marking them with scent lines. She also found that the hilly land was covered in brambles (she found out the hard way as her paws were throbbing by now). The plain has great protection too... Alastair said silently. "Alastair's Plain," she said aloud with pride. "Kinda has a ring to it, doesn't it?"
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Post by *~Froggy~* on Jun 12, 2006 15:26:25 GMT -5
OOC: bring smitty here.
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Post by {:Moonchaser:} on Jun 12, 2006 16:53:56 GMT -5
OOC: ok!
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