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Post by Mothpaw on Mar 21, 2017 3:28:45 GMT -6
mothpaw wasn't quite sure what she was doing. one moment she had been lounging in the camp, soaking up the sunshine. the next, she was in the nursery, moss in her mouth and claws. she had quite a few questions. foremost among them was what am i doing here? where are the queens? how do i do this? why did i ever think this was a good idea?
also, why is that kit running towards me?
she stepped to the side, but it was too late. a small furry mass slammed into her - well, not so much slammed as bumped - causing moss to fly everywhere.
great.
she wasn't happy, to say the least, but she quickly painted a smile on her face, trying not to seem scary. i forgot how small kits are. "sorry for that!" she said aloud. "wanna help clean this mess up? it's for you!"
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