Oakfeather padded over to the river, watching the leaves fall. It was getting colder.
She smiled, the wind blowing her pelt gently. The brown cat flicked her tail, noticing the quick-moving river up ahead.
She purred. She loved when it got cold. The snow was so fun to play in, but it wouldn't be snowing anytime soon. Sighing, she sat. It was beautiful.
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She smiled, the wind blowing her pelt gently. The brown cat flicked her tail, noticing the quick-moving river up ahead.
She purred. She loved when it got cold. The snow was so fun to play in, but it wouldn't be snowing anytime soon. Sighing, she sat. It was beautiful.
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