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  • The Wilting’s territory! Such a cold place! They live in the shadier parts of the forest, across a few rivers, in fact. They don’t see twolegs often, but seemingly have stolen some of their items, such as rope, a small metal gaget, and other types of stuff, and store them in a den a bit further away from camp. It’s guarded by some sort of wire! How interesting! The nearest river to them is about a five-minute walk, but it’s worth it!

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  • ~Maskau~
    The tom sat in front of a nest in his den, his stare was cold and glaring. He stood up and padded out, looking for somecat

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    • + Ollie +
      Ollie sat in the shade of one of the trees around the camp, chewing slowly on a long-since-killed mouse that had been sitting at the bottom of the prey pile collecting dust. Ollie disliked the thought of it just sitting there, waiting to be eaten until it turned into dust, so he decided someone should eat it. And since he was hungry, that someone turned out to be him.

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      • AHHHHH SOSOSOSOOS SORRY!))
        ~Maskau~
        The tom stopped paw-steps away from Ollie, his gaze gleaming with annoyance.
        “Ollie. Have you hunted today, perhaps?”
        His tone of voice was bittersweet, to say the least. He disliked how Ollie was just sitting there, doing nothing.

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