MY NAME IS PHILLIP, I AM A POET < p. blackbamboo & volcanicstorm

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    He had been awake all night, not able to sleep, and the only thing keeping him awake was the cold breezes that shook him. It was practically leaf-bare, which meant colder days were coming. He honestly hated the cold but after leaf-bare came snow. Snow was pretty, so that was cool, bUT THE COLD WASNT COOL IT WAS TOO COOL.
    The black feline was too into his thoughts to notice someone had came out of the warrior's den and the typical stir of awaking cats was beginning. He heard a mew from behind him he almost jumped like 5 ft lets not lie and looked back, yellow eyes searching for the offender.
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    Oddly enough, Nightmares didn't shake BlackBamboo that night. The young warrior stepped out of the den, green visionaries sweeping the camp. She took in Kuroo, and her ears flattened, remembering her bleeding shoulders and the added weight on top of those wounds. Her gaze darted away and she hurried to the freshkill pile in silence.