SilverPaw
The Injured Tom Flicked His Tail In Pain As Wet Moss Was Dabbed On His Wounds. His Sides Rose And Fell Slowly. His Eye Stared At Springlight, He
Wanted To Speak, But He Was In Much Too Much Pain. Pain Apon
PAIN. His Eye Fixed Onto The Ground Beneath Him. Why Did He Think That Going Out Was A Good Idea? What Was He Trying To Do Out There Again?.... Oh, Right. He Was Gonna
Hunt. Dumb Dog-Fox. How Will I Train Now? Late Warrior Ceremony For Me I Guess. He Thought. He Zoned Out.
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