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Post by *Nimbles* on Sept 29, 2007 4:52:05 GMT -5
"I've made my choice now," she said softly. He looked at Brackentail and suddenly didn't feel so alone. He cast his gaze around and slowly put his head on his paws. He didn't know what to do. He felt quite tired but with all that has happened in the day, he felt like he couldn't sleep. He sighed and began to wash his paws.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 29, 2007 10:44:41 GMT -5
Brackentail laid down next to Patchpaw, pressing his side close to Patchpaw's and then leaning over and licking Patchpaw. He liked sharing tongues with others, though he wasn't usually able to much because he was what you might call an outcast, being so different in his thinking. He half closed his eyes and purred happily, twitching his whiskers in content.
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Post by *Nimbles* on Sept 29, 2007 11:13:49 GMT -5
Patchpaw smiled and whispered in a very small voice, "Thank you." He gently turned his head and began washing Brackentail in turn, his tongue rasping against his soft fur. He flicked his tail, mildly enjoying the feeling.
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