"ok! come on!" she said then walked to her little den.
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"Yeah! Wait, maby. I tink so.. these coins are a form on value, right?" she said.
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Mistypool waited for Flikerflame to lead the way deeper into the woods.
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"This is it!" Sarina lead her to a very well selterd thorn bush. Inside, the walls were lined with soft fluffy moss, and at one end, there was a nicely sized pile that was her nest. "so, wacha think?"
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OOC: .....maby.. I do- AH WHO AM I KIDDIN, THATS THE BEST IDEA IVE EVER HEARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"want to go out side and have a race?" -
"they are nice. I prefer to trade with food and materials." She said.
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"well, about that... Rayana, your Mommy's not comeing back, ok? She's in a better place..." she said. She hated breaking hearts, but this time, she had no choice.
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"ok!" She started running to catch up. " but wait, where are we raceing to???"
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"Thanks, but I got it." She said when Daisys mom tried to help her. Some how, she used them perfectly.
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ok.. Thanks!
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" Whats that?" She asked.
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" I dont know. I guess I should come with you... I cant suvive with a broken leg." She said.
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" Listen, Im so sorry. But I know what this feals like. I went throught the same thing you are going through... Just let me help you..." she said.
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She heard Flare thump on the ground, and went to see what was wrong. "what happernd?" she asked.
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"ummm ok...." she was begining to think she was better off in the woods.
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Sarina waks out off the den. "Hello. what are you doing? This is my den." she growld.
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thanks again!
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When Flare did not anser, she got worrid. "Flare? Flare?! FLARE!!!!!!"
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" I Dont really like the smell of wheet. I prefer the soft rusteling of the forest." she said with an air of suporety.
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"Thanks, I guess..." she grumbeld under her breath. Meredeth sat on the cot. She hated it. She would much rather be in the woods, in a tree, but she had no choice at this point.