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Originally Posted by Gusty
Pastelle nodded, and heaved herself up into the branch, climbing upwards until she was onto the same branch that Slash was on. "Don't get me wrong, I don't mind staying here. The DS dens weren't much of a luxury anyways. I'd rather sleep here than the hunter's den... so much noise throughout the night." She snapped, a little bit to herself.
Now that things were a little bit settled down, Pastelle began to think. How could Slash like her- that seemed like an astonishing feat in itself. Most cats could not stand being around her, and she hardly could stand most of them either...
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Slash climbed into a soft mossy nest and scraped together more moss and bracken for Pastelle's nest. "Wow," Slash breathed, swaying on his paw slightly. "I feel... suddenly really tired. I think I'm just gonna take a quick nap..." He sank into his nest and closed his eyes, the scar over his right eye seeming deeper and worse in the shadows.