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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]he had been training hard recently, pushing himself to the brink as the regime had taught him to, and it had so far improved him, muscles evident and stomach toned, steps stronger and his endurance raising. and yet he was tiring, tiring as he continued to go longer than his body wanted to, and whilst it improved him, it didn't do so as much as it would if he reminded himself of his limits. that day, private nightpaw was laying out in darkclan's territory randomly, on his flank, panting harshly. to the side, a young, felled tree, and a few metres behind him, a destroyed log.


    /ruuuushed

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    After looking over the border multiple times, Leo trotted back towards camp. Maybe he'd see Sleepy. The thought of that made him smile. But coming back, the hybrid saw the tiger. "Hey dude. What's got you working so hard?" he inquired.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]"the regime," he managed to splutter out, twisting slightly to observe leo. "brought up to train hard, i'm not letting up now. does me some good, though," private nightpaw exhaled deeply, eyes closing, nostrils flaring as he managed to calm his breathing somewhat. the maltese tiger then sat up, slowly, large paws planting firmly on the ground even as his legs and bodies visibly trembled. "leo, right?"

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    "yes. can i try to train like this or something?" leo inquired. ehh, he needed to get in shape.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]"sure; find a small tree and try to push it over, or find a log and maim it." the private mewed, struggling to his feet.


    /eating urk

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    is the food yum 8D ))


    leo nodded his head, and trotted to find a small tree. damn, this guys training was intense. pushing over trees and maiming logs? wow.
    //rushed


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