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The Flying Pizza
The sleek-furred molly paced alongside the river resembling her clan. Beside the water, it was peaceful. Quiet, but not silent; though, she would willing trade the stream for silence. Despite her status as a deceased feline, she was stressed out. The clans had no common sense these days, nor did her wards. All pebblebrains! Was not a single thing going right down there? Did they not know that their health affected her very existence?
She spotted a cat off in the distance and plastered a genuine smile onto her maw.
"Well, hello there," Ravenpaw greeted. Anyone could mistake her for a grown warrior with her height. "
Swiftskip, isn't it?" She didn't enjoy memorizing names, but there was very little left to do in the land of the dead.