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Originally Posted by lucidense
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?" @ Cxndy_Fatal |
ClearWhisper
She purred, glancing up at Acornpaw, with her one eye. "Of course I do, sweetfur. I've been alive since Mousepool's birth, shes almost 50 moon's now. Anyways. What kind of story would you like to hear?" She asked politely, the satisfaction of feeling the tick let go of her pelt.