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WindClan was nice, but sometimes Yoshiya felt the need to explore around a bit. He had been looking around for a particular person, someone he had met a long time ago... but managed to get separated from ever since he was turned into... this.
But he wasn't supposed to worry about that now. He had knowledge of most of the clans, so he could easily escape their grasps if he wanted to, but... this didn't seem like any territory. So he decided to just walk around, purple eyes scanning the landscape. ...Boring.
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