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Abby returned to camp, a plump mouse in her jaws. She was a bit out of breath, despite her mouse being fat, it definitely put up a chase. After she had placed it on the fresh-kill pile, the dappled warrior had a great idea. Or, at least a decent idea. Her clan was probably the most active or the largest of the main four, so it wouldn't hurt to learn some new fighting moves or share some of her own. So, Abandonedbride cleared her throat and called out with enthusiasm to her clan, "Everyone who wants to learn or share fighting moves, come 'ere."
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Celeste decided to come for the sake of coming since.. well, she wasn't really a fighter. She could fight, yes, and she could kick someone's rearend but that didn't mean she ran around doing it all the time. Not like some - cough pi cough - people anyway. The cream tabby took a seat, curling her tail neatly around her paws as she waited for someone she could talk to to show up.
[attr="class","content-div"] Speaking of the devil himself, Pi padded forward and clicked various parts of his body, walking up next to his wife. "Move aside y'all," he smirked. "Let the master show you all how it's done."