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The whole pace of this new Clan was starting to make Percocet dizzy - when he'd made the rather rash descision to join, he definitely hadn't been expecting to find some of the stuff that was going on here. Demon children, torture sessions, other people who actually liked his music taste (albeit a small amount in comparison to those who had simply been disgusted)... It wasn't like he wasn't enjoying it: obviously, a place called 'ShadowClan' could hardly house the most pacifist of people. It was strange. Interesting, but strange. Plus, it was not like he was going to go running back to his old pack - that would be suicide.
Perc had been simply thinking for some time now, lost in his own thoughts as he headbanged to the current song that was stuck in his head. In fact, he'd been daydreaming so much that he hadn't realised that he'd accidentally wandered out into the middle of the territory. Blinking with cold realisation, the black canine whirled around in a desperate attempt to actually recognise where he'd gone out to. There were still so many places he hadn't got round to properly exploring, and this, frankly, was one of them. "Fuck."
The German Shepherd began to try and retrace his steps, but considering he had no actual idea where he'd come from in the first place, he soon found that he still didn't know where he was. A huff escaped his lips as he took in the realisation that, yes, he was well and truly lost. Defeated, Percocet slumped down to the ground and just began to doze off. He'd find a way back to camp eventually.
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