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I'm open too if everyone else is game!
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after it has stopped beating?
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Can a heart still break
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OOC:
IC:
Rex
Rex stretched and yawned; taking as much time as possible to wake up. She still wasn't feeling well after recovering from her bout of the flu. She did not want to go on another patrol to get sick again, but she knew it was her duty too. Walking out of the den she was greeted by the shrill calls or birds and light sunlight. She didn't quite recognize all of her clan members yet for the reason that she just joined, and was still kind of an introvert. She layed down again and began stretching; admiring how her tortoiseshell fur stretched over her taut, muscled frame. She quickly stood up observing the action and trying to figure out what else was going on; there was a note of stress in the air. Figuring it was from Blackwater. She made sure to stay in her place and not ruffle anyone else's fur.
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