05-06-2022, 09:11 PM
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The blue-gray chartreux just continued grooming, dragging her paw slowly over her face as she loftily mewed, "Maybe I like being stomped on." With that, Misty stood and settled further away. She might not personally like Canarysong, but the tortie was still correct that she was in the way. She still hadn't gotten used to how close and camped the camp is yet.
"Camp feels too small," Mistystream suddenly scowled, quietly as she returned to her cleaning, "No room for any cat to just sit and eat, or groom. There's so many you're always stepping on someone's tail."[br]
"Camp feels too small," Mistystream suddenly scowled, quietly as she returned to her cleaning, "No room for any cat to just sit and eat, or groom. There's so many you're always stepping on someone's tail."[br]