Part 11

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Part 11 art, not my base

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Part 11 art, not my base.



Moving through the forest, two figures walked through the trees silently,


"So do you think we'll find the camp?" One said,


"Yeah they shouldn't of moved from their last spot." Another responded


"Good I can't wait to see their faces when they see us." The first one says in a amused tone,


"Hush we're almost there."



Soon enough the two came up on the camp just when Cinder had returned.


"Isn't that his apprentice?"


"Yeah I think so..."


"Where's the other one."


"How should I know?!"


"Um whoever is there, you are doing a poor job of stalking me." Cinder said looking out of the camp entrance.


"S-sorry miss but we have come to find our father." The second one said coming out of the shadows with the other one following behind


"Who is your father if I may ask?" Cinder inquired


"Um...."


"His name is Rowdy, miss."


Cinder tilted her head, "What?!"


"You heard me." The palomino filly snapped in annoyance,


'That's definitely Rowdy's kid.' Cinder thought "He's not here right now so...I guess make yourselves at home..." Cinder trailed off, Blood and Emerald glanced at each other before exploring the camp.



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'He had a mate....and kids, his life was great, why in the name of StarHerd did he give it up?' Storm thought following Rowdy back to camp.

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