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Post by oaktree on Feb 26, 2007 22:35:00 GMT -5
Cloverpool was awakened by the fresh wind, blowing hard into the warrior's den. It was a new day.
He streached and yawned as he looked around. It was a new day, and he was going to find something to do. He thought hunting would be appropriate.
He called out, Anyone up for hunting? he patiently awaited an answer.
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