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Poppysong ═ ✱
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windclan warrior║
nb/demigirl they/them║
23 moons ═
tags; (open)
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Poppysong limps into the clearing at a surprisingly quick pace. They swing their head around as they speed walk to the front. At the front, they sigh contently before plopping down. They smile through trying to cat their breath, their chest held high. See? They can still (
ow) be fast. It’s just (
ow) more difficult.
Poppysong looks over their shoulder, hiding their face to be sure Lightningstorm doesn’t see them wincing, and to see how many people they outran here. Not as many as they’d like, but more than they expected.
(Open!)