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Magicwhisker looked uo at the starts of Silverpelt, as she stood on the borderline of her Clan. Her beautiful Pelt shone in the moonlight, as she wished she could have a mate to enjoy this ith her.
Fallen the rogue then sounted along the ThunderPath, he came sight of MagicWhisker, he sat along the dip, the bengals eyes darted aroung her "Helloo" he purred twining his tail along her neck fur.