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Boredom was the word to describe how Rain was feeling. The gray fox was wandering along the hills, looking around. Keeping an eye out on the borders was probably a good idea. If she saw any intruders, at least she would be able to fight them. Now that would be entertaining. Rain sniffed the air. No rival scent. She stopped and sat down, wondering if a Clanmate would be able to hang out with her. Normally Rain was annoyed by company sometimes, but this was an exception.

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