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    The senior warrior was walking slowly, looking down at the gorge. He suddenly saw the child of Sheogorath. They were around the same age, he assumed. “Lynxfang. I’m glad you slowed down and didn’t fall.” They hadn’t really gotten close ever, but she was the child of the king of madness, queen of ex-traitors. Her mother had been a traitor and then had returned and had been reformed. Lynx, as far as he knew, was kind of not a little hard to get to know.

           

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    The pitch black apprentice walked along the soil of the clan she loved so much.

    There were so many new scents, voices, and faces around lately, it was a relief to get away from it every once in awhile.

    But, she was cut from her calm, trance like state by a voice. Ryecatcher? She'd never really intertacted with him, but she knew the voice from around camp.

    The molly started towards the sounds and scents and the newcomer's filled her nostrils, causing a small moment of confusion.

    "We don't want anyone falling, now do we? I'm Nightfall, and you are?" She directed her question to Lynxfang as soon as she was in eye and earshot.