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Mockingkit nodded in understanding, shuffling her paws impatiently. She was incredibly active, and she couldn't wait to practice some fighting moves. However, she knew that she had to wait until she was an apprentice to do so. She didn't notice her father's spirit, and even if she did, she wouldn't recognize him.
/low muse
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anyone want threads with mockingkit? c:
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okay! maybe ressy can save mockingkit from a wild pack of dogs or whatever? mockingkit will secretly look up to ressy as a role model after it. xD
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@ressy; alright! i'll make the thread soon enough! (:
