by drift. » Mon Sep 12, 2016 12:55 pm
(Timeskip I guess? XD)
Oakstar stretched, but winced and withdrew her paw, her arm throbbing in pain, "Echopaw, could I have a poppyseed?" she asked, too drowsy to notice Duststorm. She yawned and opened her eyes, staring up at the ceiling of the den. She scented rabbit, "echopaw, did you go hunting?"
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