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    Buttercup had been feeling a bit better since their whole accident with falling out of a tree and everything, but they still weren't up for running around or too much physical activity. Which was sad, because they really wanted to play mossball again.
    But that was okay! They had plenty of friends that kept them company, so now it was their turn. The child limped out into the clearing that was Blizzardclan's camp, smiling serenely despite what they'd been through.
    "Hey! If there's something you want to get off your chest, or you're feeling lonely, come talk to me," Buttercup called. Their voice was loud but not too loud- an appropriate volume, they believed -and it was welcoming, warm. They wanted to help people, after all. But sometimes you had to let those people come to you on their own time, so maybe this was counterproductive? Either way, they were willing to wait. It wasn't like they could really do much else.


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    Peck was attracted by the call, not because she had things to get off her chest, but because the scent of information was tantalising. Perhaps she would be called a sticky beak, in colloquial terms she would not understand. It was true. She padded over, nodding to Buttercup. "A bon idée."
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;][justify] the kitten, who was lying down nearby, lifted an ear when they had heard what was going on. they're small tail flicked the tiniest bit back and forth as they turned to blindly stare. hmm... help? well, they needed it, but they stayed completely silent.





    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; width: 400px; line-height: 100%;]Did he need to get something off his chest? Not really. Was he feeling lonely? Nah, he didn't think so. Still, Ripley was curious nonetheless. He himself wasn't all that comfortable ranting about his problems in public. If he was to be honest, he preferred keeping his problems to himself because even though sometimes it helped sharing the, it usually would end up worse than it was supposed to if others for involved. So Justin just approached the small group and remained silent for the time being, offering his clan mates a short smile.