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    Evan blinked, tilting his head. He had been out and about, as he was wont to do, and he had found a rather interesting object. Hopefully this would be less potentially deadly than the orange he and Eternalpup had come across. That had been an unexpectedly unpleasant experience, even though it had tasted pretty well. The young tiger cub dashed back into the camp area, his tail making a few dips into the snow as he went. In his maw he was clutching a strange twoleg object. It was made with a weird wooden rim with a strange mesh in the middle of it, falling across and forming something like a net.


    Evan, of course, was unaware of what it was. A snowshoe.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;]WINDCLAN — VICE-LEADER — INFORMATION — POWERS — [abbr=blue point Siamese (♀); snow leopard (♀), cream classic tabby (♂), lion-sized welsh green dragon (♀, shapeshifting only)]BODIES[/abbr] — [abbr=medium easy ★ no kill ★ ask for capture ★ injury allowed ★ attack in slateblue ★ bisexual, panromantic ★ speaks in bold, thinks in italics]INTERACTION[/abbr] — [abbr=npc & npc, adopted by Legacy Brides ★ dating Beartooth ★ mentored by Blissfulchaos ★ member of the ethereals, the exalted, and the mystics ★ tag #seekingpolaris]OTHER[/abbr]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]He’d caught a very odd smell on his way back to the camp, and only now did that scent have a source. It couldn’t be Evan; he knew what the tiger cub smelled like, and it wasn’t this. This weird scent that seemed to cling to things that just weren’t natural. Like the sweaters, for example. They’d smelled all right, he supposed, but something about them had been off.
    This, however, was not a sweater.
    Polarispaw padded over, tilting his head at it and giving it a swift tap with his paw before jumping back as if it had burned him. ”Hello?” he meowed, narrowing his eyes at it. No answer. Huh. Turning to Evan, he sat a safe distance from the unfamiliar object. ”Um, what is that?”


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    "No idea." Evan said with an offhand shrug. He set it down, pawing slowly at it, watching it flick on and down, making little divets in the snow. He tilted his head at Polaris, who was substantially older than him and certainly should have known more than he! Of course everyone seemed to know more about life than Evangelical Nightmare. "I thought you'd know."
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid transparent; height: auto; width: 440px; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; border-left: 0px solid #FFE4E1]"Oh! I saw a human wearing one of those one time. They use them to walk on top of the snow when it's really deep." Calypso blurted before she knew what she was saying. She'd never seen a snowshoe in her life. Confused, the immortal girl was befuddled as to why she knew so much, yet she couldn't recall seeing any of it.


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