Ivorykit, not giving much thought, spoke up, "Why won't you give us the truth, Covestar? Are you afraid we might see you as weak?" This came out a bless harsher than he wanted it to be, so the kit attempted to fix it up, "Disease or something doesn't make you weak, it's just a streak of bad old luck." At the end of his sentence, he smiled as if proud of the speech.
Widepaw's fur was sticking out everywhere. Disease...? That was the last thing she wanted to think about, for disease, in her opinion, was the worst way to go.
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goddess, best squid, salted squid, saltoon, etc.
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