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Post by Thistlepaw on Mar 28, 2017 3:58:31 GMT -6
every day, thistlepaw had to remind himself that he was alone. father? dead. mother? dead. sister? dead. other sister? dead. it was almost depressing, but at this point he was in numb acceptance. he had always been one to live in the moment, and here he was dwelling on the wishing that things had been, well, different wasn't doing anybody any good, much less the clan.
"anyone need help?" help doing what, he wasn't quite sure, but he'd get to that.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2017 15:49:39 GMT -6
Fallenpaw bristled as someone's offered help to anyone. Sure it was anyone, but she didn't believe in trusting others. She believed in sometimes letting them meaninglessly trust you, but Shen didn't think she should trust them. Looking around she seemed no one in camp wasn't a kit, so she approached the cat herself. "Hello," the grey and ginger tabby she cat smiled politely.
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