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~Plumepup wandered through the dense undergrowth, intensely irked that he still had no clue of a possible name. THINK, Plumepup. It's almost midnight already. He quickened his pace to a brisk trot, halting as a lone doe shot by him. Deer? Naaah, that sounds like a girl's name. Now growling with frustration, Plumepup's eyes darted from tree, to sky, to rock in search of a name. Night, Branch, Rock- ugh, those are all disgusting.~