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Originally Posted by Mayflower
Berrypaw grinned, breathing in the crisp air quickly as he batted Poppypaw's nose playfully. It was something he did to anyone he was comfortable around, like his signature greeting. Then the tortoiseshell flopped onto the ground, stretching out comfortably. "So, Poppy, anything on your mind?"
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Poppypaw smiled,” Nothing really, Berrypaw.” She forced herself to settle down and stop prancing around the camp like a fool.” She meowed, knowing it’s odd her prancing. Her tawny colored fur was greened.