Runs out of rain : gifts

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    Well it wasn't the most creative, but it was a good start right? He hadn't been able to do anything this week because his rper had been busy, but Benny would try. So he had taken his time to pick out gifts he thought the scarclanners would like, things he thought would be useful. Battle guides, small knives, some medicines, and several other things were in there. Hopefully they would appreciate it. The male would stand on the border with the basket, waiting for someone to show up.

    "hey stormclanner, brought gifts?" the husky would state as she passed over. she knew the other was taking the role of a boneclanner currently, but she honestly couldn't care less. in her eyes, he would always just be some pathetic stormclanner.

    — BREAKDANCE PRAELIUM HARBRINGER —
    EVERY SCAR WILL BUILD MY THRONE
    14 years old - female - tags


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    Breakdance did not know who this was, but their scent was familiar. Coincidentally, she happened to be around the area at the same time, and being quite a curious character, took no hesitation in investigating what the commotion was. With narrowed volcanic visionaries, the rugged elder marched over on thudding footsteps, hanging just behind Unknowncrimes and awaiting a response from the stranger.

    ♚ makaio

    "I come on behalf of BoneClan, thank you very much." The male spoke, a tad bit annoyed that the other was still calling him a stormclanner. It was rude and disrespectful in his opinion, but for now he had to suck it up for boneclan. Who knew it would come to this? "And yes I do have gifts." Benny said, why not state the obvious? He then would push the basket forwards, forcing a small smile.

    — BREAKDANCE PRAELIUM HARBRINGER —
    EVERY SCAR WILL BUILD MY THRONE
    14 years old - female - tags


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    The cougar's nicked auricles pricked with intent, leaning forwards upon a well-shaped cranium. BoneClan, did the stranger say? The last time she heard of them was during Reyna's reign - until now, nothing. Though that was all due to the fact that Breakdance only recently returned to the world of the living. Who was leading them now? Perhaps she would find out for herself when she got the spare time to do so. "Thank you for the gifts" the elderly cougar murmured in her coarse tone.

    ♚ makaio