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"Yeah, we can invite this loner there aren't too many cats yet" - I said stupidly, clicking proceed 9 new cats in one moon holy moly 😭

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Moon 7 pt 2 << Beginning | < Previous | Next >
"Yeah, we can invite this loner there aren't too many cats yet" - I said stupidly, clicking proceed 9 new cats in one moon holy moly 😭
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MOON 7, PART 2
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“All that’s left to do is to find some more cobwebs for you, bring you water-soaked moss, catch us both something to eat…” Moonstar ticks each item off on her claws, recounting the list in her head for the sixth time since waking. She’s been going over it since the sun rose, making sure she won’t forget anything her brother may need while she’s out. “Are you feeling okay?” She asks, reaching a paw towards his cobweb-covered flank. “Does it hurt at a–”
Fogfreckle’s tail easily flicks up between them, blocking her paw. She leaves it hanging awkwardly in the air between them for a heartbeat, confused, unable to tell if he had done that on purpose or not. “Really getting into that leader mindset, huh?” Her brother mews, and though there’s a slight smile to his mouth, his words fall flat as they reach her ears.
On purpose, then.