SOME NIGHTS I STAY UP & open; joining

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WOO another Arthur babbyy
The red head would stop beside Mary,smiling down at the kitten seeing as the question at mind was already asked.

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[size=8][font=arial][color=white]"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
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Softpaw stopped beside Mary and Jersey, offering the young kitten a smile. The vixen noticed the faint Windclan scent still lingering on the kitten and sat silently.

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And never stops at all,
- Emily Dickinson,
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"I can't answer that, I'm new here, but Hi, I'm Holocene, nice to meet you." The Serval said with a smile padding forward.

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"Arthur... yeah, there used to be an Arthur. I'm pretty sure he's in a coma though," Feliks responded, wondering if it was the Arthur which he had known for a brief period of time. If so, then it'd be horrible for the kit to find out, if not then oh well. "Anyways, welcome. I'm Feliks," he murmured in greeting.
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Com scurried over and wiggled his way up onto Somberskies' shoulder, chirping in victory when he reached the summit. Whew, that was a lot of work.

"Hi! Hi! My name is Com Holocene! I--"

With that, he took a wrong step and tumbled off the serval and into the dirt, faceplanting with a pained squeak.

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Com picked himself up quickly, tears prickling at the back of his eyes and a soft cooing sound escaping him. He didn't like falling, it embarrassed him greatly. He should be able to fly by now, after all, shouldn't he?

"I-I will..." he murmured, pressing into Somberskies' leg.

He perked up a bit, seeing a friendly gesture, and settled against his father's fur, puffing up a bit more in his now content state. His falls never seemed to hurt as much as they theoretically could, though he constantly wondered if he'd ever be less clumsy.