YES, MR. TODD, YES, MR. TODD, YES ALL AROUND // open, wt

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  • [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]His weekly task was a little odd. He wasn't sure why Pippa had decided to give him this particular task; did he look like he knew a lot about fighting or defense? He supposed he did come off as a little... brooding, he guessed. Shrugging the thought off, he found himself in the middle of camp, standing ramrod straight as he cleared his throat in soft, subtle noise. "Defense training." He said, gruff voice bouncing off the surrounding cabins. He sighed gently and waited for others to approach.


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    Yes! Defense training, just what he needed. He didn't want to be a burden to anyone, so maybe he would learn a couple of things. It didn't matter if he was blind, his resolve was to try. They found the scent of the person who called out the training meeting, so he followed it. "Can I participate?"


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    [justify] -- morningpaw isn't a fighter. she isn't a healer either, though, meaning that she doesn't have any marketable skills the clan can make use of. now that she carries some measure of responsibility, though, she'll need to be able to defend her home in any way possible. "participating," the ebony savannah softly intones, sidling into the slowly growing group. this ought to help her.[/justify]