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Ivorypaw strolled around camp without any sort of direction. She couldn't find anything to do, and was hoping she could have a nice conversation with some cat. Ever since Cloudedstar fell off Highedge and hit his head, there wasn't much to do for the little alabaster apprentice. Ivorypaw trotted towards the apprentice den, seeing that the sun was slowly going to be engulfed into the night. A night's rest. She thought. Maybe I could strike up a chat with another apprentice before going to sleep.
//is anyone not busy and could talk to Ivory :)?
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