Re: May Gathering
Willowfeather fixed herself a spot alone, and rested her fluffed white tail over her paws. Her forest green stare glazed the clearing at she saw what she had always dreamed of, cats talking and laughing with one another, bonding, making and having friendships. Something she knew she could never achieve.
A friendship-
But she didn’t feel jealous. Or…
At least she wouldn’t admit it…
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Making my comeback to WCO- I look forward to starting things up again!
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