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fogpelt
{ Tom, Warrior, 39 moons }
{ tags;; Coalkit & Orchardkit }
Fogpelt nodded, registering the kit's name and face into his head, "Oh yeah, you're Bluefeather's kid, right?" The tom laid down facing Orchardkit and Coalkiy in a relaxed manner, although what he was really doing was making a wall between whoever was out there and the kits inside the den. And besides that, he was wildly startegizing plans in his head about what to do if whoever was out there managed to get in here. I'll get them to the nursery. If worse comes to worse, the queens will be more than capable of taking care of them. It always calmed Fogpelt to have a plan in mind, especially in a high stakes situation like this. Kits were precious treasures that needed to be protected, and no filthy rogues were going to get their claws on them of he could help it.