Acornpaw tilted his head to the side, to keep the foul smelling bile from dripping off the moss, and into his fur. He carefully stepped over sleeping elders, Sitting next to the old shecat. The elder gave off a very.. homey vibe, if that made sense. He pressed down the soaked moss on a tick. He was very gentle, as if he feared that if he pressed to hard the molly would shatter like glass.
"Um.. Clearwhisper? Do you have any stories?" @
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