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[miss heny]

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sure

Sure, then warrior training.

Who could train her, then?

go to the front and choose

 

[equinehugger3]

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Sure, then warrior training.

Who could train her, then?

go to the front and choose

Who owns those warriors?

 

[miss heny]

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go to the front and choose

Who owns those warriors?

me

 

[equinehugger3]

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Who owns those warriors?

me

Cool. I'll choose in a sec.

 

[equinehugger3]

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Who owns those warriors?

me

How about.... Amberheart!

 

[miss heny]

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me

How about.... Amberheart!

some are played by nix and hen XD

 

[equinehugger3]

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How about.... Amberheart!

some are played by nix and hen XD

xD

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

As the sun began to rise the next morning the SnowFlock birds huddled together to sleep.

 

[Blue_Myst]

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"All right, if you feel that way," with a slight shake of his head, Bloodwing chastised himself. Why would Scarlet want to talk to him anyway? He was just Bloodwing, the First Mate, not even part of the clan. Eyes closed, he took a deep, controlling breath before opening them again, watching the swirling pool intently. Perhaps this would take his mind off of his troubles.

a bird appaer, a lovely red hen, with black streaks, just like scarlet her face sweet and kind she looks "scarlet? is that you?"

Bloodwing stared at the image of the hen, glancing between daughter and mother. They were so similar, and yet so different. In appearance they bore the same feathers, the same looks, but yet something was different. It took a moment of frowning concentration for him to realize that it was their expressions. Scarlet's mother was so relaxed, her face kind and welcoming. Her daughter's face was solemnized with worry, the weight of responsibility, and the desire to appear tough and capable.

Bloodwing nodded to the figure, giving a respectful bow, but without his usual playful embellishment.

 

[miss heny]

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a bird appaer, a lovely red hen, with black streaks, just like scarlet her face sweet and kind she looks "scarlet? is that you?"

Bloodwing stared at the image of the hen, glancing between daughter and mother. They were so similar, and yet so different. In appearance they bore the same feathers, the same looks, but yet something was different. It took a moment of frowning concentration for him to realize that it was their expressions. Scarlet's mother was so relaxed, her face kind and welcoming. Her daughter's face was solemnized with worry, the weight of responsibility, and the desire to appear tough and capable.

Bloodwing nodded to the figure, giving a respectful bow, but without his usual playful embellishment.

"mother, why did father not tell me?" he asks

her mother had this look of worry "to keep you safe"