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Post by Pebble on Jul 10, 2016 1:49:50 GMT
The day before new world~
"I'm sorry Larkbeat, but your brother really does have a skittle stash." Fawnpelt hated to rat out her friend, but Larkbeat had asked for it. She sighed deeply, unsure of what to say next. The beige feline sagged her shoulders.
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Post by Dofferz! on Jul 10, 2016 2:06:55 GMT
Oh, StarClan. The feline would cease in her grooming, stopping midlick. Realizing what she was doing, exactly, she would raise her head and clear her throat, cheeks blushing with embarrassment. The mention of the candy, that homosexual treat, and her brother in the same sentence was enough to grab her attention. "What? Where?" she would ask, slanting her eyes. Benedict. He wouldn't dare.
//omg, Larky needs to blame them being stuck as humans on the Skittles
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Post by Pebble on Jul 10, 2016 2:10:24 GMT
Fawnpelt cleared her throat, nervous. "He moves it around often, I don't know where it is now. Last I saw it was over there." She tossed her he'd to the a section of bushes. She couldn't help but chuckle though. The could just feel the hate for Skittles rising off of the she-cat. "But, you are aware you need to cut him some slack? He isn't a pup, let him grow up." Fawnpelt added.
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Post by Dofferz! on Jul 10, 2016 2:30:05 GMT
Over there? After this, she would have to dispose of them, but at the warrior's next words, she had to let out a sigh and think for a second. "I.." she was right, she had to lay off on him, he was no longer a child, he had to learn to make his own choices in life. "Very well." she would mummer, resisting the urge to just shoot lasers out of her eyes to make the Skittles spontaneously combust. She wouldn't do that. Yet.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 10, 2016 2:38:24 GMT
Fawnpelt nodded. "Listen, I held onto Tadpole too much and he started to hate me." She explained. Then she remembered she hadn't held on hard enough for him. And now he was gone.
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