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BILL. @
Dipper @
Katwhisperer @
Wolfie ]
Double crouched low in the brush. His amber eyes studied the two large toms as they passed. They were talking about... spirits? Like, the mist cats his daddy told him about? Rain had always scoffed at him for believing such stories, but here was
proofthat Heron had been right! Take that, dopey younger sister!
He crept out from his hiding spot, tails curled around his flank, and moved to walk behind the two warriors. He was trying to mimic the steps of the first tom that had spoken, the one that kind of looked like his dad, with the exception of the eyes. He placed one paw in a wide step in front of the other, tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth in concentration.