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    Sometimes a girl just needed a fucking break from her home. That was especially true in Emby's case, as sometimes RiverClan was just a bit too chipper and sugary for her tastes. Not that she would enjoy a brutal Clan - she highly doubted that, she enjoyed not having to worry about stepping in random bodily fluids, thank you very much - but sometimes she just needed to relax and chill.


    Even if it meant she was now furiously scribbling random thought vomit onto a notebook on the WindClan/RiverClan border.


    SHE'S A FALSE ALARM | tages


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