ONCE I WAS SEVEN YEARS OLD }} o, missing

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  • [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★ [size=3pt]--[/size] Two hours had passed since the disappearance of Pastelcub. She had gone missing in high afternoon, with the last sign of her being at the beginning of the day when she grabbed a bite to eat and ran off towards the first biome. There she met an Exiler by the name of 'Road of Twisted Reverie' who seemed nice enough to sway Pastel into coming home with her. Though, lets face it, Pasty was extremely gullible and would really just trust anyone she met upon first sight.


    After being convinced to follow Road home, there were really not that many signs of the cub being gone in the first place, though, there were few.
    At the edge of biome 3's territory, there was the pink ribbon that had been ripped off of Pastel's neck and had gotten stuck on one of the trees. It was just waving on a branch stuck there and reeked of Exiles.


    The scent of Exiles and Pastelcub trailed on for a little bit, but the scents abruptly came to a halt in a small clearing. There were little swirl marks on the ground showing signs of teleportation and from that there were no more signs.


    If one could find the small teleportation-circle and the pink ribbon, it could possibly be clear that Pastel had gone missing, though it was unlikely.


    //Please don't rescue her until later, but feel free to search for her <3[size=1pt]spacehere[/size][hr]

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    At this point, the only scents Mids had grown entirely wary of was the Exiles. Sure, there was the terrifying First Order and the newly targeted Elite, but neither of them had bothered to make any moves against this fantastical clan of hers. As for Riverclan, well, she couldn't really take them seriously, at this point. It was why when she inhaled, only to find the scent of the Exiles breaching her clan's borders, she stopped dead in her tracks, eyes wide in a disturbed manner. It was relatively fresh. Whipping around as if worried she would get jumped, she continued to sniff around until she was led to a tree. Looking up, she thought she saw a strip of pink among the branches, waving like a little flag. Squinting uncertainly, she frowned and called, "Uh, guuuys? The Exiles was here."


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    [justify]Acquaintance- who did the smell belong to? Yuuri trotted beside Midnightpaw, inhaling the scent heavily before frowning. Names names names... oh. Pastelcub. Pastelcub? "That can't be good." He says rather dumbly, ears lying against his head.




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