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Originally Posted by wren
Mousepuff was straight out of the warriors den, his big tubby body moving at a lumbering pace to get to the center of camp. He thought perhaps he outta get himself fed before starting on his chores. There was much to get too especially since Duskstar had taken a leave of absence, he was happy she’d taken time for herself. There was never any shame in taking care of yourself, most cats seemed to have lost that. Working themselves to the bone and worrying themselves down to nerves, it was quite silly! Especially when they were running around like headless chickens. The tom gave a shake of his head as he bent to grab a tiny mouse from the pile before retiring to a place pretty central to most coming and going traffic. He was hungry for prey, but also for conversation. It was always a pleasant way to start the day.
@Zesty Mango
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Greyfur glanced at Mousepuff,”
Starclans greetings, Mousepuff. I hope Starclan’s been merciful to you and given you plenty of fresh prey and good hunting.” he meowed. He knew his way of speaking often startled others, but frankly it was the way he was taught, he couldn’t help it.