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    Littlekit had been hanging around the elder's den as of lately. He had been listening to elder's tell tales about their apprenticeship, their adventures, all about their lives rich in experiences. There was this one this NPC had told him about when they gotten themselves in a silly hunting incident! It was hilarious! By the time it was the story was done, the elder went off to get their ticks plucked out of their aged pelt. Littlekit was pretty disappointed. He sighed.


    Aww! Littlekit decided to look for more stories. "Hello?" His call was timid. "Umm, does anybody want to have a story time?"

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    Owlkit was out in camp, walking around. Her brown ears perked as she heard Littlekit's call. He sounded kinda sad. So she would walk towards him and nod, "Sure. Why not?"
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    Tags 9/12/16

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    POLLENFROST ||

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    [justify] Pollenfrosts routine had been normal, patrol followed by a hunt, then a few jobs, just whatever needed doing, the male would then check fox and badger dens because with leafbare on its way he knew the predators may move back into their old dens, after that normally when the sun was at its highest and the temperature was too heated for training he would nap then patrol while hunting. The day was often littered with small rests, a break, sometimes an apprentice would need help with their jobs or someone wanted to spar. This time on one of his breaks the tom seemed to be listening in on a story time. His aching muscles twanged and he twitched with each harsh movement, well maybe he had overdone it a little. A story time wouldn't be so bad. Padding closer I smiled a little, first to Littlekit, then to owlkit. "Do you mind if I join in?"



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