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//alright, this is an idea that I got from someone's heartchart opinion on hakuna (name is slipping me at the moment, apologies). basically hakuna is really easy to take advantage of due to his kind nature, so a disguised boneclanner is going to trick him into thinking someone is in danger, only to lead him into a trap where he will be brutally beat up into a pulp. tracks from fellow blizzardclan roleplayers are welcome, but please refrain from posting until hakuna is done getting tortured.
the lion cub strolled along the border of boneclan at his usual time of around high noon, having taken to going on regular strolls around the area in order to ensure that no unexpected raids would catch them off guard. he had noticed a few individuals from boneclan here and there before just peering across the border ominously, though hakuna just assumed that it was their regular duties to be a complete annoyance by being places they shouldn't be. the only sound that reached his lobes was the rise and fall of his footsteps, crunching into the light blanket of snow that had arrived early this morning. winter was hopefully going to be in full gear soon enough, and he hoped that there would be an actual blizzard at some point. he always had dreams of sitting around in his hut with all his friends and family drinking hot cocoa while they were all snowed in. how he would get all of blizzardclan into his hut, he did not know, but he would figure it out sooner or later. maybe renovations were in order?
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