ImTired
Stripedfoot is now walking around Furiously, claws unsheathed.
Jaywing Sends a response.
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"I, Jaywing, Commander of the Tribe, Will Not let you take our land, It is ours, and will stay Ours."
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Whispers, Not belonging to Jaywing or the others, Are somehow present with the 10 ships.
"I, Sidera Finem, Swear to Protect this World."
They Will not take it.
We can Take them.
"Enough, If they come back..." The whispers seem to notice the 10 ships "If You come back, We will support our Tribe with every last breath.
The whispers slowly fade.