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Laurelkit

windclan kit
she / her
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✥ Laurelkit yawned and snuggled into her nest… what was next?… the day had so much to offer but that was tomorrow and Windclan’s little victor was truly falling a little weak - ya know, after a day chalked full of laurel crownings and banquets in her honour (which was really just how she saw the gathering to share tounges in the evening). Creamy mitten paws kneaded into the moss and down as the painted calico molly curled into a small ball and drifted off to the starry embrace of her own empire of a mind.

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