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Originally Posted by Clearstream
@ BlueFeather
Dustrage knew that sound. It was a kit. A wounded kit. She ran towards the sound and arrived to see a small kit sitting in a half decayed box. She stopped, unsure of what to do next. Ask if they were okay? No....pick them up? No. "Think Dustrage, think! She took a deep breath and crouched down, trying to sound nonthreatening. Urg, she HATED kits! "Hi there. I'm Dustrage." |
The kit looked at the feline confused... she then meows "Um... I'm Nothing... Why are you at my box...? are you just one of those stupid warriors trying to force me to go somewhere or something..? and if so.. go away.. I don't need help.." the kit turned around.