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Post by softkit on Oct 6, 2012 23:22:34 GMT -6
Softheart padded inside the den with a frown on her face. She always wanted someone to love or someone to love her. She never experienced love. What is love? How does it feel? A small sigh came out of her mouth. She padded to the moss that she usually slept on and plopped down on the moss. She wished she had someone, someone to love.
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Post by Rushingheart on Oct 9, 2012 15:51:10 GMT -6
Rushingheart noticed Softheart sitting alone. He was older than he but she seemed nice and who doesn't like making friends?! He walked up to her slowly, "Hello! I'm Rushingheart but you can call me Rush. I'm son of Sandleaf, Mate of Anemonelight, and Friend of Hazelpaw and Swanflight." He introduced himself. He loved doing that big introduction.
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