Fawnkit When does the reason become the blame?
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Fawnkit raised her tiny nose and sniffed the air - it was wet, like damp leaves and soggy ground, reminding her of mornings right after it had rained. She poked her head out of the nursery and confirmed her conjecture. The overgrowth had a...
For as much as he preferred to stay at Faithkit's side, Thornkit couldn't deny his innate need to move — move more than just pace around the space of the medicine cat's den, more than just fidgeting with his claws, tail, and ears. It would, he reasoned, also do him some good to get to know the...
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