[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 375px;][justify]So perhaps Mercurycub had fallen into a three day slump of inactivity. But never fear! That was a manageable fix. Though his roleplayer had an immense amount of muse for him, her limited time for computers was detrimental to his activity.
Regardless, Mer was still in the camp minding his own business as he messed around with his flower prints power. At least the roses took his mind off of his current and permanent injuries - for instance his stutter. It was awful to sound like an unintelligent child all the time. It really beat the cub down, and it was a miracle he hadn't become depressed yet like some others within BlizzardClan.
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