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FadingEchoesde la winter (IDK why the extra part)
Lobsterbreathe stalked around the clearing. His eyes were gaunt and dark. His face looked almost stuck in scowl. He stalked forward as if it were a struggle to walk. When his paws touched the ground it seemed as if it caused an earthquake every step he took. He breathe reaked of dead fish. His fur was ungroomed and sopping wet. His eyes stared straight ahead. He bumped into a bunch of cats as if he couldn’t see them. He slumped down and began grooming his fur pulling twigs and moss out of his fur. He looked as if he watched horror movies for three days in a row. (As in not sleeping for a month) he stretched and with his gaunt looking, hollow cheeked face approached the fresh kill pile and grabbed salmon and gulped it up in two bites he grumbled and wandered into a pretty she-cat,” Oh.” He meowed as if he didn’t know what else to say.