[Hestia!]

Originally Posted by dino.

Stars, over six deaths, it sounded like. Snakechill's ears twitched. One bloody fight, and he was more than happy he'd missed it now. He drew his tongue over one of his forepaws, eyeing his Clanmates, looking for injuries or distasteful cats to avoid.

That Birch-? Bird-? B-something cat seemed like the type. Noisy. Doedapple for the same reason, plus the crime of being far more annoying. He ran his tongue over his jaws as the two apparently left, and glanced up at Birdsnow. "If anyone would like me to get rid of them, I'd be more than happy to," he called to no one in particular.

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I could bayblood volunteered, licking at hyr wounds every now and then