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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;] The sun was just beginning it's descent when the Bengal finally pulled himself up to the ScarClan border. He had traveled for... what was it now? A full two days? He had stopped at the Castle, as the information the tribe had on the Clan was relatively old and unreliable. Thankfully, there was a decent enough loner that just needed a little persuasion to hand over the right information as to the whereabouts of the clan.
Still being a relatively new to Clan to Clan, border to border, talks, he was unaware of how secluded the tribe really was. Up in their mountains, a home without the drama. He was here to change that. Orders from Citadark were sure to make a little fun for the other Clans.
So the tiger sat at the border, ears pricked for any signs of a patrol.



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