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    Although Ashenpaw got lost a lot, now was not one of those times. He had followed directions! They were some pretty sketchy directions, but surely he would see WindClan territory soon, right? Hopefully that loner wasn't as flighty as they seemed.


    However, after becoming experienced at the strategy of getting lost, Ashenpaw was becoming skilled at telling where borders were. He came to an abrupt stop at this new place's border, and tasted the air. The scent was unfamiliar, and it wasn't like the place that smelled like blood or HawkClan. It was different. He hoped that these people weren't WindClan enemies. That would suck. He had a brief run-in with an enemy, and he did not want to do that again.


    The 6-month-old found no harm in just asking for directions, and just plopped his butt down on the ground. A patrol would come around soon. Yeah. That would work. Ashen made a small, rumbly sound in his throat, and waited.
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    "Name and business?" the tiger inquired. A Windclanner, from the smell. Why would a Windclanner be on their border? Ah well, then - he'd just have to see. Hopefully, if he remembered correctly, Windclan was either neutral or allied. He didn't like fighting all that much.



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    As August padded over to him, Ashenpaw felt the instinct to curl up into a ball. The tiger couldn't have been much older than him, but holy heck, was he huge. Really, everything was huge compared to Ashen's domestic cat body, but that was his only body. He didn't have any super cool powers. The 6-month-old fluffed up his fur, and bristled slightly.


    [color=white]"Um. Er, I'm Ashenpaw. I'm, well," he began, trailing off when he had to swallow his pride. [color=white]"I'm lost. What is this place?" Ashen asked with a flick of his tail, a ghost of a frown drawn upon his muzzle.
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    So he was lost. Alright, that makes sense. "This is the Guardians of Elysia," he said as he sized up the kid. "You want me to escort y'back or something?"


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