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Post by Thusula on Jun 8, 2014 19:58:10 GMT -6
It was getting warmer in temperature, and this was when the scottish fold was the most grateful for the thin fur that he was given. Sure, he would practically freeze during the winter, but that did not matter for now. It was almost summer and it would not really bug him that much now that his sweat could just sweat away. The only thing that worried him was the safety of the elders. How were they going to survive this season? Especially with the higher number of cats around, meaning less water time. Would their water intake be reduced? He really hoped that Ragabash would allow a privilege for his fellow elders.
One of the highest reasons for death was dehydration after all, and after moons of watching his Tribe members die of thirst, the shaman did not want this to happen to anyone else. Not this season. He would try to do everything that he could in order to restore health and a purpose for the aging cats.
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