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So Jane and her family set off on ...

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When Jane's stepfather, Ned, gets fired from his job as a French teacher—turns out he doesn't speak French—Jane feels the warm glow of possibly. She can tell that Ned is restless, eager to get out on the road, and she too is thrilled with the idea of adventures to be had. She's ready for her whole family—her mother; Ned; her sister, Maya; and her two little brothers—to leave Saskatchewan right away and drive through the night, like outlaws.

So Jane and her family set off on adventure that takes them across the continent: from a First Nation village through Las Vegas to Ned's mother's horse ranch, where Jane meets her eccentric new grandmother and aunts. As Jane learns more about Ned's family history, she starts to realize that there's a difference between her own love of adventure and Ned's true outlaw spirit. Far from home, she gains new perspective on the unpredictable things that people do.

Wise, moving, and filled with humor, this follow-up to the acclaimed My One Hundred Adventures by a National Book Award winner illuminates the strange and complicated ways in which people become families.

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Children's Literature - Phyllis Kennemer
When Jane's stepfather Ned gets fired from his teaching job in Saskatchewan, she hopes the family will return to their home in Massachusetts. Instead Ted loads the family into their dilapidated station wagon and heads north to see a dying woman from his past. The woman gives him a bag of money left there by a brother that Ned has not seen for twenty years and the family takes off to find Ned's mother, also absent from his life for the past twenty years. Jane is a credible narrator but it is disconcerting that her age is never made clear. She mentions that her brothers are six and four years of age and her sister is eight, but the only hint about her age occurs about halfway through the book, simply saying she is a teenager (closer to thirteen or nineteen?). Since her crush on a cowboy at Ted's mother's ranch is pivotal to the plot, knowing her age would have been helpful. The sense of desolation and distance in traveling Canada's northern roads, and the complexity of the relationship between Jane and Ted are well portrayed. Those who have read the previous book, My One Hundred Adventures (Random House, 2008), will likely welcome this sequel. Reviewer: Phyllis Kennemer, Ph.D.
VOYA - Florence H. Munat
In this sequel to My One Hundred Adventures (Schwartz and Wade/Random House, 2008), young teenager Jane again narrates the story of her loving but atypical family, which has relocated from their home near the Atlantic Ocean to Saskatchewan where her stepfather Ned has taught French for a year. When the school board (and his family) discovers that Ned does not speak French, he is fired. This zaniness characterizes the family that includes Jane's poet mother and three younger siblings. When Ned visits a dying First Nations woman who once took him in, she gives him a bag of money left by his estranged brother, now a third-rate magician in Las Vegas. This development sends the family off to Nevada where they end up at Ned's estranged mother's horse ranch. His mother, Dorothy, gladly takes in the family, and they plan to stay the summer. But after falling from a horse, Dorothy's injuries dictate that she cannot live alone. In traipse Ned's three eccentric sisters. (One sees apparitions of the Virgin Mary in her food.) As the family attempts to find a suitable living arrangement for Dorothy, the plot meanders. Interest wanes as family members travel back and forth between Massachusetts and Nevada, until Dorothy settles in a boarding house near their coastal home. Wacky, endearing characters populate the book. Wise, funny, precocious, and devoted to her family despite their aggravations, Jane is an engaging narrator. Particularly charming are the passages describing landscapes: the cold Saskatchewan prairies, the barren Nevada desert, and the beaches of Massachusetts. She not only paints these settings beautifully, she also explains how landscapes make her feel like an integral part of them. The novel ends with Ned's disappearance, so expect another lovely funny sequel. Reviewer: Florence H. Munat
Mary Quattlebaum
This sequel to My One Hundred Adventures can stand on its own, as a mystery in which "Who are you?" often proves more compelling than "Who done it?"
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This poignant sequel to Horvath's My One Hundred Adventures continues to trace the physical and emotional journeys of Jane's unconventional family. The story begins in Saskatchewan, where Jane's new stepfather, Ned, has taken a position as a French teacher. When he's fired from his job (it turns out that he doesn't know French), Jane, her parents, and her younger siblings head west to visit one of Ned's friends, an elderly Native American woman. Then the family moves on to Vegas, trailing Ned's estranged brother, who, for unknown reasons, has left them a bag of money. For a while, it's fun for Jane, pretending they are outlaws on the run (“I imagine us all on horseback with masks, robbing trains and making our way to Mexico”), but when they settle in with Ned's mother on her remote horse ranch, Jane begins to long for Massachusetts, her home before Ned entered the picture. A dynamic montage of dark and light moments, this novel shows rather than tells Jane's changing moods, her ambivalent feelings about being uprooted, and her quiet observations of her unpredictable yet endearing family members. Ages 10–13. (Feb.)
School Library Journal
Gr 4–7—Highly unusual situations and eccentric, individualistic characters fill this quirky sequel to My One Hundred Adventures (Random, 2008). Jane, the oldest of four children, narrates her family's escapades as they go off in search of their stepdad's long-lost brother. Because of Ned's job as a French teacher, the family was reluctantly transplanted from their seaside home in Massachusetts to Saskatchewan. As this story begins, Ned is fired when it is discovered that he doesn't know French. Jane's somewhat mature musings about family life and Horvath's rich prose and characterization breathe life into this humorous and poignant tale. Though basically irresponsible, Ned is likable in spite of his limited parenting skills. He has been out of touch with his own mother and sisters for 20 years. Maya, Jane's eight-year-old sister, suffers from the unstable family life, a problem that Jane seems to notice more than anyone else. Their mother is the epitome of patience and denial. When Ned is called to the bedside of Mary, an elderly Native American who helped him 20 years earlier, the family travels from Saskatchewan to New Brunswick. Ned discovers that his brother, a Las Vegas magician, has left a bag of money with her. Suspicions abound about its origins. Ned's quest to find his brother leads him to his mother's ranch in Nevada and myriad complications. Horvath once again writes with the humor, compassion, and sensitivity that keep readers turning pages. Underlying all the adventures is the longing for elusive true family life.—Renee Steinberg, formerly at Fieldstone Middle School, Montvale, NJ
Kirkus Reviews
This delicious ramble picks up a year after My One Hundred Adventures (2008) left off, and Jane Fielding, now 13, isn't just dreaming of having adventures but is experiencing a doozy of one. The family has had to flee Saskatchewan because her flighty stepfather Ned was fired, so Jane finds herself on the road with him, her dreamy, curiously checked-out poet mom, three younger siblings and a possibly hot bag of cash that needs unloading. Plot plays second fiddle to Jane's brilliant, dryly humorous musings about everything from Canadian winter to place memory to the talents of a diner waitress, but there's plenty of intrigue to keep the pages turning, including a visit to a First Nation village, a Las Vegas diversion and a trip to Ned's mother's horse ranch, where Jane, mortifyingly, falls for an indifferent wrangler. Jane's observations of her quirky, likable family are comical but compassionate, and her perennial penchant for adventure-unlike Ned's-is always tempered by her attachment to her Massachusetts home. A detour-rich road trip well worth the ride. (Fiction. 12 & up)
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Starred Review, Publishers Weekly, January 4, 2010: "A dynamic montage of dark and light moments"

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School Library Journal
Gr 4–7—The characters from Polly Horvath's My One Hundred Adventures (2008) return in this charming sequel (2010, both Schwartz & Wade). Jane Fielding and her family have been living in Canada, about as far away from their beach home in Massachusetts as you can get. Jane's new step-father Ned is baffled when he loses his job teaching French—a language he doesn't actually speak ("I always looked on it as a kind of a frill"). They decide to move back to their beach home, but detours slow their return. Ned discovers that his brother has left a suitcase full of cash in his care, so he piles the family into the ancient car to return the money. They end up on a ranch in Nevada, and Jane develops her first serious crush on a young ranch hand. The plot is slight, but the language and characters are delicious. Becca Battoe's youthful narration allows listeners to see everything from Jane's perspective, and her gift of timing and inflection produce many laugh-out-loud moments. A delightful story.—Tricia Melgaard, Centennial Middle School, Broken Arrow, OK
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780375861109
  • Publisher: Random House Children's Books
  • Publication date: 2/23/2010
  • Series: My One Hundred Adventures Series
  • Pages: 245
  • Age range: 10 - 13 Years
  • Lexile: 750L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.70 (w) x 8.30 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Polly Horvath is one of the most highly acclaimed authors writing today. A National Book Award winner and Newbery Honor recipient, her most recent novel, My One Hundred Adventures, was a School Library Journal Best Book of the Year, a Booklist Editors’ Choice, a Kirkus Reviews Best Children’s Books, a New York Public Library’s 100 Titles for Reading and Sharing, a Parents’ Choice Gold Award winner, and an Amazon Best Book of 2008.

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Northward to the Moon


By Polly Horvath

Schwartz & Wade

Copyright © 2010 Polly Horvath
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780375961106

We Become Outlaws

Our family lasted almost one year in Saskatchewan. It took the town that long to figure out that Ned didn’t speak any French.

“I always looked on it as kind of a frill,” he explains to my mother.

“French?”

“Teaching,” says Ned. “I coach the girls’ basketball team and keep real good order in the classroom, so the kids don’t, you know, go out and smoke in the hallways, at least during class time, and I always help out at assemblies. I was the one who rustled up some World War Two veterans for Remembrance Day. Remember, Jane, the knack I had with the veterans?”

“Knack with the veterans?” asks my mother. She seems stunned by recent events.

“You don’t want them drooling on their shoes. And you want them to look like they’re having fun even if they’ve forgotten what they’re doing there. It takes a certain deft touch,” says Ned.

“So you didn’t think knowing French was really so important?” My mother is trying just desperately to understand Ned’s point of view.

“Not in the general scheme of things,” says Ned cheerfully.

“Well!” says my mother. “Are they angry?”

“Oh, livid,”says Ned.

“I guess they want you to resign?” asks my mother.

My heart leaps up at the thought of leaving this crummy little house on the edge of town where we have lived for the last year. None of us have warmed to Saskatchewan. We moved here from Massachusetts the summer before when my mother married Ned, who got a full-time job here. His first full-time job ever. But it turns out that there is more to life than this.

The town has financed this house for us but at great cost. There is no one very rich in town but still we are despised and pitied for the charity they afford us, giving us this house and lending us this furniture. I have no friends here. It is rumored we get our clothes off the dump. I don’t mind so much for me but it is very hard on Maya, who has never had her own friends and wants some desperately. She has one so-called friend named Katie, who lords it over Maya and her poverty-stricken state. She is always saying things like she will give Maya her dolls when she outgrows them, knowing full well that by that time Maya will have outgrown them too.

We are not really so poverty-stricken. We have not had chicken and rice without the chicken once since moving. There is always food and heat. But whereas back in Massachusetts our house on the beach carried some cachet, it is different here. No one cares that my mother is a poet. Once at a school dessert night one of the moms asked me what my mother did for a living and when I said she was a poet the mom replied, “Don’t worry, she’ll get over that.” I know that none of this bothers my mother but I am bothered on her account. The only thing that has given us any respectability is Ned’s position as the new French teacher.

“Resign? Are you kidding? They fired me. Darn shortsighted. You know I was one of only two male teachers in the whole frigging town,” says Ned.

“Oh no!” says my mother. She looks so stricken that Ned and I glance at each other. But then the stricken feeling leaves her eyes and in its place I see the warm glow of possibilities. “But maybe,” she goes on slowly, “this is a blessing in disguise. Now after the school year closes we can go back to Massachusetts. In the back of our minds, we always had that as a place to return.”

I am not so sure that this was as true for Ned, and I snap my head back around to look for his response. His eyes are flickering, full of thought, but moving too quickly for me to detect anything definite. My mother’s eyes are quiet, still waters running deep. My mother’s deep waters all lead to us. I don’t think any of us know where Ned’s waters run. Or what his deep well holds behind those constantly flickering eyes. But between the two of them, from these mainspring places, the fate of me and my sister and brothers and our six destinies will be decided.

“Well, gosh darn it, gosh darn it all to heck! I didn’t want to leave this way,” he says at last. He has cleaned up his language considerably since marrying my mother and moving in with us and I mourn the loss. His salty language was expressive and lovely—poetry in its own way. “I was a role model for boys who want to teach. Now what are they to do?”

“They still have Mr. Christenson,” I remind him.

“One male teacher means he is a blip in the natural order,” says Ned, picking up an apple and chewing on it musingly. “Two says it’s a respectable career choice.”

I also pick up an apple and munch on it musingly, one leg tucked under me. I am thrilled at the idea of movement in any direction. I have been almost a year here and it has changed me.

The wide horizons of the prairies have caused me to pull in, to gather myself about and box myself carefully inside me, the way when you are outside and cold without a coat, you hug yourself to preserve your heat, to keep your vitality within. Maybe this accounts for the stoic unflinching faces of the prairie people. Maybe what I take for coldness or meanness is just the battening down of hatches against the inevitable blows from nature. And when they come, they come swiftly, unannounced and catastrophically. Crops gone in minutes from locusts. Sudden rains turning roads to flooding and unpassable mud. Lightning. Unchallenged unbarricaded winds. And there is not the rhythm of the ocean to keep you breathing. Instead perhaps you hunker down and hold yourself in against the deadly winters. The excitement but devastation of tornadoes. The look of the long lonely flat grasslands where you are exposed and vulnerable with nothing to hide behind. These people, dried and parched and suspicious and unwelcoming, may only be each holding on to themselves to keep from blowing away or withering in this place of capricious harm.

It has amazed me, as much as anything, that anyone would settle here forever and even try to keep such a town alive when letting it die might be best for all concerned. Then they could move to the seaside. Why would they spend a lifetime by choice in this dry place? It has been fascinating for comparative purposes. To see what people have and what they miss. To see what we have had and what we have not. But interesting is all it has been; it has never been an us place, it is a them place.

Maya hasn’t been very happy but the boys, who are only six and four, fit in. They love the drifts and the cold. They love putting on their heavy snowsuits, pretending to be from space and building forts and rocket ships of snow. They love the dust storms and the lightning that flies across the prairies and the sudden thunderstorms and being sent home during tornado watches. The first time we heard prairie thunder rumbling far away on the horizon, Hershel said the sky was growling at us. It is a joy and wonder to him, a place where the sky takes note of us and speaks. Even in anger. He and Max are completely captivated by prairie dogs. They go out with their friends onto the grasslands to the prairie dog colonies and wait beside one of the many holes, guessing where the next prairie dog will emerge. I realize if they grow up here they will be prairie boys. This will be their place memory of growing up. It will separate us in a fundamental way. As if we will then belong to different places, they to the prairies and me to the ocean. As if at some stage of our early development, our hearts take root in the landscape that surrounds us and remain rooted there all our lives, even when we’re not.

I do not want them rooted somewhere different from me. Families drift so easily anyway—look at Ned’s. He says probably nobody in his family even knows where the other members are. Perhaps it is an extreme case. I can’t understand how someone as nice as Ned could have lost track of his family so easily and not seem to care. Could this happen to me and Maya and Max and Hershel? I would like us to make a pact saying it never will. I would like to know that, even if it does, at least we are united in the same memory of landscape.

“But didn’t you learn French in school?” asks my mother. How could Ned not know any French when it is mandatory in Canada?

“Well, as you know, I didn’t get much schooling. At least in the early years. I managed to move around often enough to avoid it.”

Ned’s mother had taken her eight children and moved to Fort McMurray, Alberta, in the far north after Ned’s father took off one morning without a word. Ned said his mother explained their father’s speedy exit with “You never know what someone will up and do.” As if an unpredictable universe were the one thing you could count on, and humans the most unpredictable element therein. Then she demonstrated it herself by moving them all from the civilized town of Edmonton to the wilds of Fort McMurray with seemingly nothing to offer in the way of employment for her or opportunities for them. In fact, it appeared that she had moved them for no reason at all. “She was true to her maxim,” Ned said about his mother. “We could never tell what she was going to do.”

Ned used to hitchhike to wherever he guessed his father was and visit him and then hitchhike back to see any brothers and sisters who were hanging around the house at the time. His mother hardly paid attention to anyone’s comings and goings. They had been ripped out of a good Edmonton school and placed in a Fort McMurray school not so much bad as uninterested.

“Yep,” said Ned when he related all this, “after my dad left she was pretty oblivious to the family in general. Mostly I came back when I ran out of money and needed a place to crash, although I generally preferred my father’s when I could find him. On the other hand, Fort McMurray wasn’t without any merit. You could go outside and see the northern lights any night in winter. Down south we had studied the northern lights but in Fort McMurray we experienced them. That’s when I decided that experience is everything. That there was little I could learn in a classroom that was as worthwhile as seeing it for myself. So I hit the road and have been hitting it more or less ever since.”

I am thinking about this conversation now. How Ned has managed to stay in one place with us for almost a year but how his feet must be itching for new experiences and that this business of being fired is a good excuse to go off and have more adventures. The problem is he has my mother to think of now and my mother clearly wants to go home.

I don’t think putting down roots in Massachusetts is going to satisfy Ned and I am curious to see how he will resolve things but at that moment the phone rings. Ned picks it up. When he gets off, he says, “That was the oddest phone call. That was one of Mary’s grandsons. Mary is dying.”

“Who is that?” I ask.

“A friend from a long time ago,” he says. “A long, long time ago.” He stops and stares across the kitchen. He looks pale and strained.

“That woman who took you in all those years ago?” asks my mother.

“Yeah,” says Ned.

“However did her grandson find you?”

“Through Canada 411. He’s lucky. Any other year I wouldn’t have had a fixed address or phone number.”

“Why did Mary have to take you in? Why were you out?” I ask.

“I was lost. It’s a long story. She must be about ninety now. He said she’s really ill and drugged up and out of it but she keeps saying my name. They don’t know why. They said that if I wanted to, I should come and see her because they don’t think she has much time left.”

“Of course you should!” says my mother.

“Yeah, but now I’ve got this whole firing thing hanging over my head,” says Ned.

“Oh, Ned,” says my mother. “What’s done is done. This is more important, surely? Besides, now you don’t have to take a leave of absence. You’re fired!”

She makes it sound as if this has turned out to be fortuitously lucky.

“Let’s all go!” says Ned, and he suddenly perks up. “Let’s leave tonight under cover of dark!”

Finally, I think, an adventure. Ned had promised me nothing but adventures when we got to Canada but this is the first whiff I’ve caught of them.

“Leave like outlaws?” asks my mother.

I think she means it as a bad thing but she has chosen the wrong word for Ned. His eyes glow. “Like Jesse James!”

“Like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid!” I say. I imagine us all on horseback with masks, robbing trains and making our way to Mexico. Ned gives me a wild look and I can tell we are having exactly the same fantasy. Life has been a little too mundane of late.

“But school!” says my mother.

For a poet she can be terribly prosaic sometimes.

“What school? You know what the last month of school is like. There’s nothing but cupcake days and field trips, right, Bibles?” Ned started calling me Bibles back in Massachusetts because I helped a mystical preacher deliver them for a while.

“Very true,” I say.

“Besides,” says Ned, “the children can hardly go back to the school that fired me. Think of the stigma. There’s gonna be some stigma!”

“Oh, major stigma!” I say.

“The stigma,” murmurs my mother, looking abstracted. This is all happening so fast. He was just fired this morning and already we’re wearing masks and robbing trains.

“Let’s leave tonight! Ned loves to drive at night,” I say. We discovered this on the trip from Massachusetts to Saskatchewan. He says the roads are quieter and he likes to drive under the stars. “Let’s take nothing but our clothes!”

...

But in the coming days my mother insists on packing up the house properly and notifying banks and schools and the post office and other dull things. Even Ned gives up his outlaw role and apologizes to the school for not knowing French.

“The board said they thought I was a darn good teacher anyway,” Ned tells us later when he returns from school with his things. “And they didn’t really care. Heck, they said, they’ve known for years that Mrs. Cunningham doesn’t know any math despite her degree. No, you know who wanted me fired? It’s that lunatic fringe! That darn tiny group of parents who actually care what their children are learning. Let me tell you something, Jane, everyone is responsible for his own education. You can’t teach anyone who doesn’t want to learn and you can’t stop a person who does.”

This is such a stirring speech that we almost forget that the reason we are leaving is that in actual fact, you can’t teach anyone something you yourself don’t know.

“But you’re still fired?” I ask hopefully.

I don’t think Ned is paying attention to me. He is staring off into space ruminatively. “They should have hired me to teach Japanese. I speak Japanese.”

“I didn’t know you spoke Japanese,” says my mother as she comes barreling through the room, her arms full of clothes to pack.

Ned breaks into a torrent of Japanese words.

“I’d love to learn Japanese. I always wanted to be better with languages,” says my mother as she bustles up the stairs.

“I know a little Samoan too . . . ,” Ned calls after her, and then he goes back to packing.

“Let’s put bandanas on the lower parts of our faces as we drive out of town,” I say to Ned, following him around and trying to recapture the spirit of our outlaw adventure through these never-ending closing-up chores.

“I think your mother is being flexible enough,” says Ned, winking at me. “Letting us traipse here and there across Canada in a car. Let’s just be costumed in our minds!”

“Sometimes I don’t think you take this fully seriously,” I say.

“Au contraire, au contraire,” says Ned, and then, whistling happily to himself, goes into the kitchen to help Max and Hershel, who are trying to pour themselves some milk and are about to spill it all over. “That’s French, boys,” he announces, jauntily opening the cookie jar.

“I told you he speaks French,” says Max.

“I know,” says Hershel solemnly.

They are like dogs, aware of so much and yet not, and at any rate, happy to follow the pack.

Maya is happy to leave because my mother says that after we drive to see Mary we are going back to Massachusetts. Sometimes I sense in Maya not just a desire but a real desperation to get home. I can never remember her being as cranky as she has become recently.

We all help my mother finish organizing and finally we find ourselves packed into our beat-up old station wagon, two adults, three children, me, my mother’s box of books and a few suitcases.

We already live on the edge of town so in minutes we are beyond its tightly crossed legs and before us stretches the flat unforgiving land, the grass standing frozen and forlorn. There is nothing ahead but the horizon and the endless wintry road.


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  • Posted May 8, 2010

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    A VERY INTERESTING STORY FOR YOUNG ADULTS

    NORTHWARD TO THE MOON WAS A VERY UNCOMPLICATED STORY OF A MODERN DAY FAMILY; NON-MARRIED PARTNERS, THREE CHILDREN EACH WITH DIFFERENT FATHERS. ALTHOUGH THE STORY DOESN'T DWELL ON THE FAMILY SITUATION, IT IS A MAIN PART OF THE STORY AS YOUNG JANE BRINGS THE READER ALONG WITH HER FAMILY AS THEY FIND THEIR WAY INTO HER CURRENT "FATHER'S" PAST TO UNCOVER SECRETS. ALTHOUGH THE ACTUAL STORYLINE OF SOLVING THE MYSTERY OF THE MAN IN HER MOTHER'S LIFE IS A LITTLE FLIMSY, THE RELATIONSHIP THAT JANE HAS WITH HER VERY YOUNG BROTHERS AND SISTER IS VERY ENDEARING. I THINK IT MIRRORS THE FAMILY SYSTEMS WE SEE FAR MORE OFTEN THAN THE TRADITIONAL FAMILY. THE DESCRIPTIONS OF LANDSCAPES AS THEY TRAVEL IS EXCEPTIONALLY WELL DONE. THE BOOK IS VERY ERNEST AND TOUCHED MY HEART.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 23, 2014

    Deathshadow

    Many clans have rejected me my brother deathpaw is seeking to join sandclan but i seek to join moon clan

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 28, 2014

    A kit

    Wailed at the entrance to the camp

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 6, 2014

    Sunningfern

    Sunningfern is on it!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 26, 2014

    Duskstar

    I have a small kit that needs to be apprenticed to become a medicine cat. I hvae no medicine cat, but if you have one, I was wondering if they would be able to teach my kit.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 3, 2014

    Moonstar

    POST AFDS THIS CLAN IS NOT DIEING

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 24, 2014

    Silverstar

    I will. At about 10:00 or 10:30. I will be here.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 24, 2014

    Starstrike

    May I join?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 24, 2014

    CougarProwl

    CougarProwl padded in, his head held high.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 26, 2014

    Firekit to anyone

    He watched the clan hungry. But he knew he couldn't eat fresh kill. He sighed. (I can again but is and where is the med den and the nursury? Thx.)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 26, 2014

    Primfur and runningfrost

    We have already joined...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 24, 2014

    Med cat application

    A golden cat walkes into camp one day. He ses " im goldclaw." And asks to be the med cat

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 26, 2014

    POST ADS ( POST POST POAT )

    Now

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2013

    This book Sucks

    It sucks

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