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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -37px;]Gendry Simul Stamus[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;]HAWKCLAN — APPRENTICE — INFORMATION — NO POWERS — INTERACTION — OTHER
    [hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]Gendry had spent all morning trying to set up what he had pictured in his head. What had he pictured, might you ask?


    A gym. A place for all clan cats to come and just work out.


    He had a climbing section, a place to lift, and a small little track. It was perfect, well, kind of. All it needed was members to use it.


    "I got a mini gym set up if anybody's interested!" he yelled to no one in particular while he stretched.


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