[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]Palmer wasn't regretting his decision to go swimming in such cold weather, but he definitely wasn't proud of it either. Even still, the silver-hued feline was surprisingly content despite the shivers that made his teeth chatter and his bones rattle. He had conjured up a thick fleece blanket and wrapped himself up in it like a burrito. Or a purr-ito, if you were into puns. Tucked away in a far corner of the cave RiverClan called home, he rested his large head on snowshoe-like paws and let out a small yawn. The warrior could feel sleep begin to overtake him and if it weren't for, say, the rants of a stressed-out former executive, he would be out like a light within the next minute or so.
THE MIGHTY FALL > prviate
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