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    Exploration is fun, right? That's what he thought. Aside from the staircase leading up to the main island and the camp he never really got a chance to explore all of the territory yet. While he could just fly around and see the entirety of the territory in under ten minutes, he was feeling a little lonely. And so Showpaw walked around, hoping to find a clanmate to interact with while walking about. Plus if he just walked rather than scanning the land in the sky he'd have more time to process his thoughts.


    While he now a child and therefore some company, he had been feeling lonely and, well, depressed for a few weeks. It was only natural, right? His best friend, the girl of his dreams, was dead! He felt... empty without her. Showpaw missed her so much. But he had to stop thinking about her and WindClan so much. It wouldn't make anything better. He needed to make friends, and start a new life here.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; color: hotpink; font-size:9px;]★ [abbr=domestic feline - 7 months - former guardian of windclan - free powers - shape-shifting (large dragon, golden retriever)]information[/abbr] - battle tags - personal - plot - bio ★
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:440px; height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white]Δ Draco had never had a ' girl of his dreams ', or an ' anyone of his dreams ', for that matter. Draco would say that he didn't dream, also, but that would be another lie. He did, and sometimes they were good, but often they were bad. There were only so many horrors one could live in the waking world before the pain followed them into their sleep, and Draco had evidently exceeded that amount. He knew how to stop it, but he'd never really gotten around to it. He'd not performed magic in a while, and without his wand, he was fairly useless.


    The pale feline was wandering around half-heartedly when he happened upon Showpaw, though didn't outright approach him, because that wasn't the way Draco worked. Rather, he ... went about his daily business, which was more or less sitting and stealing glances at the other male, thoughtful and rather out of it.
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