Thursday, May 13, 2010
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You enter a lush forested island the forest floor covered in ferns muffling our paw steps... As we wake, we hear the bubbling of brooks and the rushing of streams. We hear the pretty chirps of wood birds as the sun rises and the mournful songs of crickets at twilight. Our clan stalks prey through the thick forest. We are strong, we are wise, we are kind, we are family, we are Fernclan -Birdstar