Will:
"Judging by your expression, Cat isn't your favorite person." I look up at the heavy cloud, and note a small role of thunder. I shrug my shoulder, and I'm lost in a wave of memories concerning the troublesome witch.
-Hidden Truths- wrote:Becca:
I land, and shake the rain from my tail feathers. "You were quivering in your skin!" I laugh. "But either way, we really should get under cover. It looks like a sotrm is coming."
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