I wish I was a [P]unk rock girl with flowers in my hair

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    Whipserstalker sat lazily in the snow, it was an oddly hot day. The snow was slowly thawing out, which in rarely did, and cats through out the clan were hot and bothered. She was helping the medicine cats by fanning queens, kits, elders and the weak, though they let her go on a short break, and she felt as if she died in the snow.
    She couldn't seem to get herself to move from that one spot - not that she wanted to.

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    flowerkit padded over, noticing the deputy. smiling softly as she prepared herself to go and make her appearance, the little torbie stole another glance at the high position. it was time. curiously and slightly shyly padding over, the she parted her jaws to speak.


    "hullo miss whisperstalker."

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    Whisper blinked at the kit, taking a second to recognize her. "Hello Flowerkit." She smiled brightly at the small she-kit