Dog(dead)bark
He/Him
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If in some sort of odd, parallel universe, Dogbark had survived his death, he probably would have partook in an event such as this. Thus, this is my interpretation of how the event would pan out for our deceased doggy-faced feline…
Dogbark padded through the forest as flys and gnats flew around his face, oft landing on his nose or ears before he could snatch at them.
Normally, Dogbark wouldn’t be out of camp so early in the morn, but this morning he had heard of a little event being held in the forest, an event about catching bugs, of all things. So, feeling a little bit competitive, he made his way there, curious to see what kind of event (and more so what kind of prizes) would be in the woods at such an odd hour.