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    Also, one more thing before I start on the threads, where would you like the threadsbto be made?
    sorry for all the questions cx


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    Frenchy had finished the dagger for an enemy clanner. Something about this felt wrong but she kept her work separate from her clan. The Radicalclanner walked up to the Savage border. In a satchel she had a dagger whith the word 'chess' engraved on the blade in curvy writing. Frenchy kept a small place in her mind on her own dagger just in case this Savage decided to pull anything. This was indeed, dangerous business.


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    The blacksmith had had a quite rough time making the weapon that the individual here had requested. It was sort of different from the others she has made but, in the end, it turned out great. She carried the hûthvír in a satchel that she carried all of her weapons that she was trading in. One at the Rift' s border, she sat down and looked around quietly for a second. I'm looking for Amory? She said questioningly. She wouldn't give her name if anybody asked her but that was because she didn't wantbherbwork to be affiliated with her clan duties.

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    The girl had met a cougar cub within the clan. She had decided to teach him how to handle weapons after some thought. It was in the center of the camp that Frenchy waited for Stokes. She had grabbed two small knives with a rounded tip and two swords with a rounded tip so it would be less of a chance for the child to injure himself.


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    Frenchy gave a small nod to the items and carefully opened the satchel and took the weapon out, only to put the jewelry items in the satchel. When removing the weapon, she picked it up gently with her canines and set it on the floor in front of Amory. I should be getting homme Thanks for doing business. She said swiftly and with that, she was on her way back to Radicalclan, the jewelry clinking together in her bag.


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    Although Frenchy wasn't an elite assassin, she was an elite tea brewer if she did say so herself. She had just finished making the tea not too long ago and had been waiting for the hellhound to awake. Without saying anything, she poured two cups of tea . A small grin was planted on her face but a paw was on her knife just in case Deathstroke caught free from the ropes.

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    Frenchy went to the Stormclan border with her satchel with the custom dagger in it. It had the blue jewel in the hilt and caspian engraved in curvy handwriting. I'm looking for Caspiankit? Alot of children had ordered but, as long as they had something to trade for it, she was fine.


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    Its just a harmless tea party. She said with a twitch of her ear. That was all she ad planned indeed.
    /rushed, leaving town