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thunderclan. the name was new on the tongue, a blank lilt would strike against the pronunciation with a note of boredom. he muttered it underneath the miniscule gales that fluttered from his nostrils and cracked mouth. thunderclan. sounded stormy. again, with more drama mixing into the gentle tones of his voice, he repeated it, still inaudible to those around him.
the young man's sea-grazed orbs snapped up from the little amusement he had created. reembering he was at a meeting, he nodded at sweetophelia, thoughts already conjuring in his mind, slowly seeping into his mind and controlling him. he kept the smirk that came upon his face as he thought of just the idea to celebrate this small change in the political stance.
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g'morning everyone! i hope all of you have a good day <33!
the guide is gorgeous, i love it! it's very well-made :')
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needless to say that since harvey was a mere two-month-old, he knew nothing about alcohol or becoming drunk. he had picked up scent traces of it, however, a strong smell that repelled him almost instantly. but this time, when his nose registered the unique smell, his small paws led him to the drunken coyote.
ignoring the brief swear word — he was oblivious to what that was as well — he paused, his vision snaking along the running stranger with curiosity. shock entered his features as johnny began to vomit into the bushes. hurrying over, almost tripping in his sprint, he quickly began to inquire, "qu'est-il arrivé? are you okay?"
