[size=16pt]breakingpaw ★[/size]
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Flowers. They were beautiful things, dipped in various hues and shaped in an assortment of ways. They were finally poking through a frozen earth and littering the forest once more, and Breakingpaw took advantage of it. Absently, he began to pluck the things from the ground, collecting a small bundle of the multi-coloured blossoms on the ground near him. He then began to hum, a silly little tune that entered the crisp air.
For once, he could even be considered happy.
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