getting weaker -- open

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    CAPTIVEKIT !
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    I FEEL NUMB MOST OF THE TIME —
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    the poor kitten was cold. his fur didn't help much for the cold breezes. he was also... getting weaker with every step he took. for some reason, he was losing his voice. was it due to a cold or some other thing? " ugh... don't...feel..good..." the kitten had to grunt out his words. captivekit sat down, looking around before closing his eyes.



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    CAPTIVEKIT !
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    I FEEL NUMB MOST OF THE TIME —
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    the kit sniffled, mucus running down his face. " hard to speak... cold." he spoke gently and raspily. it was certain- he must of caught a cold. he snuggled into his blanket, feeling warmer already.



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    John trotted up. It was rather nippy today, though his warm coat kept him from not freezing.. for the most part. The three month old male slipped up beside Norwegianpaw and waited for something to happen... or not happen, that was better.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]Yes, he was cold; however, he'd never started losing his voice. Sore throats were familiar, but being unable to speak was entirely new, and he decided it didn't have to happen to Captivekit. Polarispaw limped up, stopping beside John and tilting his head. What a shame they couldn't make fire, being cats...Then again, they'd probably burn the territory down or something.


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