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    Every so often, a WindClanner trotted into camp, carrying gifts or a piece of food in their jaws. Ashenkit would have saluted to his clanmates if he knew what a salute was, but instead he just gave them a swift nod of the head. Yes. That would do.[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; cursor: url(http://cur.cursors-4u.net/cursors/cur-9/cur830.cur), auto; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px;][justify][font=georgia][size=10][color=#FFE1FF]Drone decided to walk up towards the kit, deciding that a nice conversation might come in handy! Drone was quite bored, and he loved children, so that was a thing. Although, most of them would ask why he was blind, how he became blind, how he couldn't actually speak- that kind of deal. Drone was never annoyed by it, and he had wanted to see the sky for just once, but he knew that if he did get out of his blindness, that he wouldn't be a psychic anymore, or whatever they were called. "You look quite proud, little one," he smiled, his eyes still droopy. He looked very scared on the outside, but was serene through his telepathic voice as well as emotion projections. And right now, he was quite content.