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Originally Posted by The Ink Demon
Cottonstrike was glad to have some time alone with his mother. He was starting to trust her again. It wouldn't take long before he would fully trust her. "I was thinking of hunting near the river. there's a spot with land prey too in case you don't like getting your feet wet.", he meowed. Cottonstrike loved to get his feet wet, but he wasn't so sure about her.
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Fennelheart was quite relieved to know he remembered her hatred for water,”
That’s good. I hate getting in the water.“ she chuckled awkwardly, she didn’t think that made her disloyal, maybe it did. She didn’t really know. She was just glad to be spending time with her lovely son Cottonstrike.