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  • [fancypost bgcolor= clear; border: 0px ridge red; width: 250px, height: 2px; font-size: 28pt;]Nightmask [size=7pt]sweet tom of Windclan - male - [abbr=single, warrior, flirty, large]info[/abbr] - Speak in #ecb939[/size]

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    "Nightmask, correct?" Stonestar murmured from behind the darkly furred tom, coming up to join him in his guard duty as she padded closer. She'd seen the tom around, but WindClan was so large these days, she had to make sure that she had named him correctly. The tortoiseshell sat down beside him, looking up to the sky.
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