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Originally Posted by Okapi
Pikerunner stepped onto the snow covered moore Yup, shortage of prey now that the first snowfall occured. he shook snow out of his fur anbd spotted Harestorm,” Greetings. I was just heading out for a walk, unless you are one of those cats who are freaking and doing battle training.” He meowed over enphosising the ‘one of those cats’
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The wiry brown Tom turned towards the sound. "
Oh, hi Pikerunner. I'm just...daydreaming again. Trying to distract myself with my thoughts and the...what I assume is a beautiful landscape." he purred with amusement, joking about his blindness.
I may be over being blind but what about my eating thing? Every cat must be so concerned about how skinny I am...but they probably don't want to say anything to be polite. Or they don't notice...with all the preparations for battle...