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fifteenpaw got bored in camp pretty often, and today not even a border patrol could appease him. the fluffy male was wandering around the border of riverclan, not really trying to cause any trouble. perhaps he would find someone he could strike a conversation with. unfortunately for him, he found himself in a bit of a pickle. the blizzardclan trainee had tripped and one of his paws was now wedged under a rather large log in a way where he wouldn't be able to free himself without hurting himself. he looked around with a huff, ears pricking as he heard someone approaching "hello? uh, could you possibly help me? maybe?" he questioned, wondering to himself if there was really even anybody there.