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Originally Posted by Mayflower
(It's fine!)
Chanterellepaw smiled, saying, "I'll have to track him down and meet him. As for me, I just have my sister Monarchpaw." The orange-and-white furred feline stood slowly, cursing under her breath. That stupid fox just had to go and rip her leg up. Thinking of it, the molly looked back at her flank and chuckled. The white fur around her large scar was still faintly pink, only tinted enough for either a perfectionist or Chanterelle herself to notice. She flicked her tail and looked at Thistlepaw, nudging him with her muzzle. Her blue eyes sparkled brightly as she said, "Do you want to get going?"
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To his surprise, Chanterellepaw didn't seem put off by his brother's condition at all. He like that. As much as he could get flustered by the shecat's beauty, and as much as she seemed to try to build up a wall of thorn to keep out other cats, there was a kindness in her that made her even more lovely to him. "Yes, let's!" he meowed, walking ahead of her to exit the den.
(move to WC territory?)