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Originally Posted by Quailsong
She purrs
Let me show you to the dens
She lead her to a clearing with a small river there was a tiny pine tree with some herbs in the roots
Then there were dens weaved in thorn bushes. Inside was nests and other things the river had a log so she could cross. There was a flower patch growing on the river bank
Then there was these nice smooth flat rocks that cats could run in to get warm.
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Tinker looked around. “This seems nice, but I like my soft boulders at home better,” she said.