[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 95%; color: black;][justify]'Ah, its cold.'
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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MY NAME IS PHILLIP, I AM A POET < p. blackbamboo & volcanicstorm
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