JUST FORGET THE WORLD / private, kate

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    Bastille was settling into WindClan nicely. He was new to the whole clan-deal, but it was like a giant family with ranks and traditions and whatnot. His family was relatively big, so it was close enough. He was just glad that his wound had been treated; it might've become infected if he hadn't come across help sooner.


    The gray wolf sat on the edge of the cliff that was overlooking the trees below. The clan was pretty high up in the mountains, but he wasn't really afraid of heights. Living on his own, he had been through worse. Man, it was beautiful here. Now that his wound was patched up, he was taking the time to admire the sights of WindClan's territory.


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    The view was breathtaking in two different ways to her-- it was both in the sense it was beautiful and dizzying to her. Unlike Bastille, she certainly could not sit close to the cliffs for that long without feeling as if her head was spinning and her paws may slip. So instead she decided to turn her tired gaze to the man close by, a very faint smile tugging on her lips. "You're a lot braver than me when it comes to these cliffs." she'd remark, almost in amusement. "Bastille, right? Glad to see you out and about. How's your wound healing?" she'd add, finally sitting herself down properly and curling her fluffy tail around her paws. She'd only met the man once or twice (perhaps in passing) before but his name had stuck out in her head.