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unsure if kits were allowed out of camp, cubankit couldn't really truthfully say he cared much about that. if he got caught, he got caught. padding quickly along a mountain trail, the chocolate tom enjoyed the rough feeling of rock and gravel under his already hard paws. blinking warm yellow orbs, the young son of spock stopped abruptly, watching the ground dip down.
carefully sinking his claws into the ground, cubankit peered over the edge of the seemingly endless cliff. interesting.
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(c) gryphon