Your paws drum the forest floor as you make your run back to camp, across the trail beaten flat by hundreds of paws before you. You screech to a stop, dust flying, as you notice a blockade in front of you. A large twoleg sign takes up the majority of the path ahead, so you slow you pace to peer up at it. You pad up to the sign, craning your neck, almost to the point of pain. You cannot read the strange twoleg hieroglyphics, but you get the general idea. This area of the forest was closed for reconstruction. -- As the trees finally begin to grow buds again, our beloved roleplay will be taking a second hiatus- at least until our new-and-improved Legacies is completed. Thank you, and sorry for any inconveniences!
