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    [size=30pt][b]surfbeach
    [size=7pt][color=white]female • 8 moons • footprints sprout flowers only used when wanted

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    [size=8][color=white][I]thoughts     ;; actions ;; [b]"[color=#BDEDFF]speaking"[hr][justify][color=white][font=Georgia]The young she-cat hadn't really gotten much of a chance to speak to Augustus yet, or Gus as everyone called him. But she intended to meet him, and today was just as good a day as any other day to meet the head doctor. She'd seen him work his magic a couple of times before, the most recent time only a couple of nights ago when Raven's scar had somehow reopened and began to bleed. She remembered the things he'd done clearly because the way he did everything so calmly and precisely had intrigued her. The squire could remember him soaking the blood up with damp moss, that had been dampened with something other than water although she didn't know what, then he'd patched it up with cobwebs and offered her a few black seeds, which although Surfpaw hadn't known the name for they were poppy seeds.


    Deciding to look for him in the doctors room the grey and white lass would slip inside the sweet, herb smelling room. [color=#BDEDFF][b]"Gus?" came the sweet call of the young girl as she gazed around with cerulean luminaries.