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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2016 10:25:06 GMT -6
It was another normal day for young Wisteria. The kitten was batting a ball of moss with her paws. The silver and white she-kit then got bored with the small game and started searching around for something else to play with. Flowers were too boring to play with. Wisteria thought that there was nothing to do. But then she breathed in the scent of her brother Fircone. She got an idea of what to do. "Hello." She called out. Fircone
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Post by Fircone on Nov 26, 2016 14:29:47 GMT -6
Fircone had been crouched down, wiry tail whipping happily back and forth. He had found a black and orange butterfly with dark, wet wings. It must have just hatched! he thought, amber eyes eyes wide. Wait... do butterflies hatch? Where do they even come from... His little ears perked up when he heard a familiar voice. "Wisteria!" he meowed excitedly, quickly sitting up and bouncing over to his sister, nuzzling her shoulder affectionately. "Hi!"
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