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Originally Posted by FrostCat
Larkstorm watched as Rootspark raked his claws against the worn out rock. “Have you been doing that for a while?” She asked, curious. Larkstorm always sharpened her claws on an oak tree not far from the camp. Never a rock though. That was something new. And the fact that is was so worn out showed that he had been doing it for a while now. This was interesting.
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Rootspark looked back up. "This? I mean, it works better than wood. My claws are pretty thick," he explained.
Why his claws were thick he did not want to get into. "I've had it since I was a kit. I use it a lot." Carefully trying to dodge the topic of his condition, he hoped that Larkstorm wouldn't prod him much further. Rootspark didn't like to think about it, much less talk about it.