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Originally Posted by Bramblefire01
Dandilion blindly faced his small sister. "She wont weave us, downt wowwy ice." He comforted her
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Ice looked to dandelion. “Awight, dawndewion” she was better, feeling better. Bubble let the kit’s suckle. She was worried about how she would keep her kits alive. Her milk was drying up a bit.