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[size=36pt][glow=black,2,300]daniel[/glow][/size]
[size=7pt]with a face of an angel's
and a heart made of masoned stone
with a cry of heaven's music
thrilling drum and drum on your bones[/size]
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Daniel rested in the midst of camp by the freshkill pile, laid on the rocky floor of the caves as he watched Clanmates go by. He had seen a group of friends set out to hunt, a patrol coming back exhausted and a few couples here and there talking about the prom. Prom seemed to be a way of having couples show off their coupley-ness to all the single cats and make them feel worse about being single, in Niel's opinion. Not that he really cared anyways - he was too reserved to make any new friends.