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Since she ran away from Radicalclan, from Rohthy, she finally gets to chill around with everyone. Castalia's dark olive green hues were big oculars filled with curiosity and wonders as she looked around Darkclan's camp. They seem to have a nice camp, too. Military-based, huh. Not like her birth clan, which is a boring old museum. "Hey everyone, Castalia here." She gave a smile with a rare hint of shyness.
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