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Originally Posted by {Roach}

She threw her paws back in a playful manner trying to get his mouth off of her scruff. "I slept great!," she mewed out playfully following with a giggle. "What are you doing still asleep don't you have patrols to do or something?," she asked trying to move his tongue away from her face only to mew in annoyance as her face was cleaned.

#fire

eveningdance // he/him // 43 moons

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Try as she may, he doesn't let up with his cleaning until her fur is neat and tidy. He admires his handiwork once he's finished and tilts his head at her words.

"I was not sleeping." He meows plainly. "I go on patrols when I am asked. You'll learn once you become an apprentice."