IC: Kipricat had been waiting for the order, and dashed off in the direction of F as soon as the words escaped Furlong's mouth. Running faster than he should, he got inside just a bit behind Furlong. Taking a few deep breaths, he rested himself with his hands on his knees. Hoping everyone had made it in, Kipricat continued his panting for another minute. Mumbling something that was probably best left muffled by his stitches, he examined himself for any more physical injuries
[M] Kipricat moves to F
[E] Kipricat does a medical check on himself.
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Congratulations, Oddey, on winning FC's fanfiction competition two years running! You are clearly the man to beat!
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