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sparta was just back from a run around the borders. the tiger had been making sure he knew where everything was. he had kept within the territory, but was right on the edge at all time. next time, he'd go exploring.
so the massive golden tabby took a seat, his luminescent yellow eyes scanning the horizon.
//muse dead