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Post by FlashyNerd on Jan 1, 2018 15:56:30 GMT -5
Graywhisker walked around the remains of the camp with a heavy sigh, a few steps behind him, his daughter Icepaw leaned heavily on Flashstrike, using him to help her walk on her injured paw.
"It's pointless," Icepaw cries out. "No one else is left."
"We can't think that way, there has to be someone..." Flashstrike says softly.
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