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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2016 19:18:20 GMT -6
Mitch exhaled through his nostrils slowly, his dark green eyes narrowed slightly. He was perched on the Great Tree, dark brown fur barely visible against the bark color, while some might mistake his eyes for newly growing leaves. It was getting warm enough to be spring anyways, which Mitch rather disliked.
However, the sky was pretty cloudy. It was dark at night, and the moon was in the shape of a disfigured claw. For a moment, Mitch slowly blinked, his eyes widening slightly. Did anyone know a good scary story? Mitch was in the mood for one..
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