"I-I ran into its butt!" He squealed out, curling himself into the curly fur of Monarchwing. Lupinkits sobs were quick and breathless as the sadness and trauma of the past moon cane tumbling out of his system. He pressed into the warrior, desperate to be assured, physically and emotionally. Tis only but a scratch but it wasn't solely the rabbits fault for his breakdown.
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Mayflower