Bayberry's hind paws slowly dug into the rough, rock-filled, dirty sand as he dug a semi-deep hole in the mesmerizing sand. When the black tom believed he had dug a deep enough hole, he plopped a large mound of slick green leafs into the aforementioned hole, scraping the sand back over it. Bayberry curled up into a heap of fur, tainted with clumps mud and sand. The scorching sun burned his long, unsanitary pelt.
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CandyFlossCat maybe Whitepaw could find Bayberry, finding out that he knew many odd herbs, and start training with him in secret o3o?))