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Moonpaw
He felt sweat glistening down his pelt as Moonpaw ran again to make another run around Windclan camp; nausea was starting to creep in slowly on the twelth lap. It was one of the trails dedicated to him from his mentor long ago to train the stamina of the apprentice but since there was no-one to train him now, he would have to run over the different past trainings Brackenfur had once set for him. On the other hand, perhaps it beats swimming in the icy dephs of the winter's water.
Ludicrous, absolutely ludicrous.
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Quote[move][size=20pt]"Whatever life throws at me... I shall endure..." (Moonpaw) [/size]

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