Post by Hawk in the Morning Sky on Jul 9, 2012 12:36:40 GMT -5
Walking along the bank of a stream Hawk in the morning sky stepped on a sharp rock. Felling the pain prick his paw he yelped and examined his paw. "It's fine" he mumbled. He wasn't in a very good mood because in his tribe it was only him and the healer. But besides that he knew how many wonders were in the world and every morning he thanked the ancestor tribe for allowing him to be a deputy in a tribe.
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