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After the silver and white tabby was finished talking with all the new folks he had just met, they were willing to let him stay in this new clan, SylvanClan, he started to walk to the camp where the members stayed and socialized in. The two year old was a bit worried, considering that about two months ago his family that he lived with, even grew up with, up and left him. He was never born, or ever even joined a clan. His family always lived on the outskirts of clans. He had problems that most others never dealt with, and that was the fact that his imagination never worked in his favor. His mind would play tricks on him whenever he expected it the least. He could never tell what was real and what wasn't, but his family would never tell him. Voletail was the first stranger that Munja ever met, and he could tell that he looked at himself differently even from the first moment they met.
When the brown feline first met Munja, he was running away from a black mist that he thought was chasing him, but in reality there was no mist at all-just his imagination. Soon after he met others, such as Wintercloud, Octavia, Frostbite and Silentsky. He was a bit embarrassed, but he had been alone in the mountains for two months now and he wanted something new. This was his new beginning. He finally walking into the camp, eager yet anxious. He wanted to meet others, he wanted to become part of this new clan...this new life that he was ready to live for. The tabby wanted to learn what this clan had, what it was. He had never been in a clan and wanted to know how one worked. He was excited to finally talk to another creature other than his own family, but he couldn't think about them anymore. They left him in the middle of the night, he would never forgive them for that if he ever saw them again.
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