Inhaling quietly, Sweetophelia neared the borders of BlizzardClan territory, slowly seating herself in the soft green grass, her pale lilac eyes trailing the distant horizon. Lately she had begun to feel that she was slipping behind in her clan's daily occurrences. That wouldn't do it, would it? Sighing quietly, she resolved to begin engaging herself more often in her clanmates' activities - as she had done before the recent weeks.
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