[iliri]

• Cormorantpaw •
long-furred smoky-black mackerel tabby molly with bits of white; yellow eyes
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Unfortunately for the young two moon old molly, she didn’t really understand a lick of anything that her leader was spewing. Her brain mainly consisted in the words of that there was originally going to be a battle and now Big Beanie was calling it off. Comorantpaw mentally took a guess for that being a good thing, she supposed, as that was the literal main thing that made sense in her tiny child brain. She couldn’t help but notice that cats all around her seemed pretty upset about kits her age becoming ‘paws. Cormorantpaw didn’t seem much peeved about it, rather shrugging her little shoulders when she got up and zoomed out of the meeting, beelining her way to the apprentices’ den.

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