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"speaking", actions, thinking
Ellie padded up to the border, timidly sitting along the invisible line. It was cold out, and she had nowhere to go- this would not do in the winder months, as she would be certain to freeze. El had a tiny, delicate build, nit meant to last in the wild alone. So here she was, sitting scared and alone on a border if a strange clan hopefully they weren't hostile. She wasn't here to pick a fight.
H-hello? the four moon old kit squealed, wind blowing at her pale pink bow. They better show soon, or else she would simply freeze to death.
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