COLD COLD MAN ;; narcolepsy spell

[purgatory]

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Blinking a few times, they angled their ears towards Captainpaw. His breathing was a bit laboured was it? Now that they thought about it, his breathing also sounded wet. This would complete their analysis and they feel they could make an educated guess: something was wrong. They weren’t sure as to what exactly, though they should wake him up and tell him something is wrong. “Captainpaw? Cronas would like Captainpaw to wake up please.” They have yet to discover their flat voice that never goes beyond a soft and even tone wouldn’t wake anyone up. Though, they tried nonetheless. Even if their hypothesis was wrong and the apprentice was fine, he was sure to get sick if he didn’t dry himself off properly. It would be inconvenient to Cronas if that were to happen due to them inhabiting such a close space. The pale kitten would rather not get sick if they could help it.

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