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"speaking", actions, thinking
Ellie wasn't really cold any more. When she had first come here, the small girl had been terribly cold. But now that she had a room to live in, the kit was much warmer. Not to mention that she was getting enough to eat, too. Living alone was hard, since hunting was not a skill she had acquired as a small child. As she padded into the center of camp, El adjusted her pale pink bow anxiously. Gosh, she had so many clanmates.
Meet and Greet! She squealed, bouncing down to the ground. Though most with a pure white coat like her would be worried about getting dusty, Ellie couldn't have cared less how dusty her fluffy pelt became. Piercing blue eyes alert, the kit waited patiently for her clan to gather.
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