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Originally Posted by otterchild
A flicker of a clear white whisker and the thud of a soft grey paw came from Lizardpaw as he sat down in the clearing to wash his short grey tabby fur. Some soft snowflakes dropped onto his fur and he watched them melt slowly with large yellow eyes. He suddenly longed to reach out his tongue to feel the cold melting snowflakes, but he wasn't a kit anymore and Lizardpaw always wanted to act mature as he could even though his kithood had been ripped from him. Shivering under his coat, Lizardpaw spotted Maplepaw. The other apprentice had always intrigued him as she was always in a dark mood, which he could certainly relate to. He walked over almost shyly and sat down next to her , ignoring that his small grey ears had gone numb in the cold. |
"Oh, Hello." Trappeddancer meowed to the cat.