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    She nodded, and padded away after Otterbrook, meowing back at Spiderfoot, "Thanks, I will!"
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    also jfc butterfly you're writing my son off to be a jerk )


    Littlewind nodded wordlessly to Butterflysong, her fur still ruffled with some anxiety. She decided to retreat to Stonestar's side and stick with the leader, offering the fluffy she-cat a quiet mumble of her name. Littlewind knew nothing about herbs, and had no interest in learning.


    TAGS: updated 7/22

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    Shuffling her paws, taken aback by the compliment she was given, Dawnpaw was silent during most of the interaction. Her ears flattened and she felt a rush of confusion. What Spiderfoot had said was right - Swiftpaw needed to be left to relax, to heal under the eyes of those who could help. Having a stranger tromp through didn't seem the best of options. But she kept quiet, knowing that she had no right to question the leader - or so she had been brought up to believe, that was.


    "M-maybe after your tour we can go for a walk?" Her ears rose as she spoke, her attention returned to the white femme. "I'd love to have someone to hang out with for a bit."

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;]She turned again. "Of course!" Butterfly gave a nod. She would really fit well here, it seemed.
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