Crescentpond would leap upon a dead, rotten fallen tree, her ginger and black fur waving in the sunset's breeze. She would lay down on her back on some hot rocks, the sun bouncing off of her stomach. Her eyes were closed unt something awoken her. She stands up Crescentpond: 'Who's there?! Show yourself!' She demands, looking around, her claws unsheathe. You. . .?
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