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Originally Posted by Desert Rain Frog
BeanKit Gave A Small Smile. Let's Do A Easier Version, He Decided. Let's Try This.... Rolling Across The Ground Maybe? He Rolled The Moss To Her, Ears Perked, Liking having WinterKit Around.
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Winterkit
Albino she-kit with ears that slightly droop and pale pinkish eyes
She/Her | 1 Moon | Insecure, Introverted, Anxious | Selectively mute | 6th sense...
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.
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Winterkit stared at the mossball as it rolled towards her, using teh time to decide whether to hit it back or not.
If she didn't, Beankit would probably think she was weird. Maybe hate her forever. Maybe never talk to her ever again.
If she did... She couldn't think of anything to go wrong. Not with Beankit. With a pitiful mewl, she bat at the mossball, sending it rolling back to Beankit.
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