[stag]

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No Purrks[/B]

Stickpaw is sprinting, in circles but still sprinting no less. She is excited. Screaming levels of excitement. Pointing out the most obvious things like large rocks, the pine trees of the distant Shadowclan, and the oak of Thunderclan's lush forests. "Misty! Fallen! Look! Look! Look!" Stickpaw rushes around the warriors they had managed to drag out with him. Until he trips and goes rolling, managing to catch themself roughly. Shaking off their grass ridden pelt."Did you see that!?? Did ya?!?" Standing up as they let out a loud round of giggling.

[ @starry , @hades. ]