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[aesior]

Cleaning had to be one of the tom's least favorite chores, though it often allowed his mind to wander. As of recent, that was a more ... dangerous past time. Today had him out by the pond where he'd been growing his plants and herbs, in the small clearing he called his own place of peace in the territory of Tanglewood. Gardening was much more his speed, the act of growing and cultivating such fragile life was much more relaxing with all things considered. Sometimes even leaders needed time away from their duties, away from prying eyes.

Today happened to be one such day that he had pulled himself away from his other duties to find some peace of mind with everything going wrong. Light paws carried over grass, the gray tom passing through the grasses and life of the territory, avoiding the pits he knew their scaled reptiles resided within, preferring to avoid history's repetition. Inhaling, he licked his lips and hopped over a puddle, hoping it wouldn't jar his aching head. Giving a short inhale of pain as he landed, not noticing another presence nearby.

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