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| OpossumHeart |
| 19 moons | dusky grey tabby tom with dark rings around tail and eyes, hunched posture |
"You've been a good friend to me, that means something"
Opossum peeks his head out of the warrior den, yellow eyes
blearily blinking away any last remnants of the nap he had just
awakened from. His head lowers, top lip curling briefly in annoyance
and maybe disgust at eating..
otter.
He slinks out of the den, blinking at the deputy, wondering just
a bit if he'll be alright. Probably. He seems fine to Opossum.
When he finally gets to the corpse he picks a small piece
off, seeing not much harm in atleast trying it. Give a little
triumph to those who died and got stars awfully close to dying
from the weird water weasels.
The dusky grey tabby turns, otter meat hanging from his maw
as he spots his pure white friend. Their eyes meet for just a
second but his ears pin and he averts his gaze, padding over with
just a small bit of reluctance. "Hello DandelionMane, how're you"
He sits next to them, a rare sign of affection, before his air returns to
normal and he nonchalantly starts to bite into his piece of otter.
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seeingstars |
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