HARD TIMES//p, cold

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    Thanks for the memories

    Even though they weren't so great — tags

    Lilypetal had just come back from a hunting patrol, and was surprisingly energized. Collectively, they had brought back an abmormally large amount of prey, especially considering the odd whether, and even Lilypetal had a made a few decent catches, which was a rarity for her as she wasn't the greatest hunter. Dropping the most prized out of her catches, a rabbit which was slightly larger than average, on to the freshkill pile, the cream point then swung her head around, looking for a way to burn off the energy which still tingled in her paws.


    She could see one of the kits, Coldkit, nearby. She had never spoken to the child, though perhaps now would be a good time to. Lilypetal needed to find something to do, that was for sure, and spending some time getting to know the Clanmates she didn't know very well seemed like a pretty productive use of her time.


    Trotting over, the pretty molly beamed brightly at Coldkit. "Hi Coldkit, what are you up to?"


    "Listen to me..."