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Post by Yacinthe on Jun 10, 2022 17:31:49 GMT -5
(Sorry I've been gone, I've got a lot of free time this upcoming week, though!) Willowbranch - Camp - To: Dogbriar ( cloverclue) "Bad weather!" He hissed, throwing his head back as if to show the sky itself the fowl mood it had caused. The feather in his ear flung back just out of the tom's vision. "Bad weather! I'll say! If it must pour, could it not pour into the river alone! Brings nothing but mud and cough like a witless kit! Why, when I get to Starclan I'll finally show those cursed clouds what for!" He let out a snort. "Bad weather..." he took a bite of his fish. "I'm sure you haven't hauled yourself up under here a ways away to listen to an old man grumble about bad weather, though."
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