“Halt. You have stepped paw in DruidClan territory. State your name and business.” ((The Iberian lynx dame was demanding. Her thick paws stretched from her mitts, her optics lay on your flank. Her neck cranes as she needs a better glance at you. She hisses, sniffing out your fear that made you frozen solid in your tracks)) “Did I stutter? Speak.” ((Her chirp more stern than the last))
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1Cinder’Claw
16/03/2025