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The female would come to sit in the most open area she could find, and Reyna would sit down with a benign smile on her maw as she looked around for any of the ScarClanners. It was time for a prophet apprentice, huh.
"SCARCLAN, GATHER IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHO THE NEXT PROPHET APPRENTICE IS." Only a few months ago, she was in this position herself.
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