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Originally Posted by Mayflower
Berrypaw tumbled into the clearing with a grin, having just went hunting. He dropped the one small mouse he had managed to catch in the fresh kill pile and then searched the clearing for someone. His tortoiseshell tail swayed happily as the tom spotted Poppypaw and made his way over to her. He sat and watched her song for a little bit with a grin, then said, "Hey Poppypaw, whatchya doing?"
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Poppypaw turned to her friend Berrypaw, he was cute and all, but gay,” Hello Berrypaw!” She chirped hapily she maybe had been prancing around camp like a total fool, but whatever she had Berrypaw to talk to now.