MASQUERADING ( open ) AS A MAN WITH A REASON

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    Masqueradepaw was seemingly back. Of course, had she ever really been gone? Who knew. She didn't. Either way, the tabby needed to get back in the swing of things, and what better way to do that than meet new people and form friendships? So she wandered almost aimlessly around, hoping to come across a Clanmate. But unfortunately, it seemed none were to be found. As such, Masquerade retreated into the camp, and took a seat near the edge. She tucked her tail neatly between her forepaws, blue and gold gaze watching the daily life of the Clan zoom by. It was relieving, not being part of the hustle and bustle, despite wishing to meet people.
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