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[cherrypaw.]

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oh, wow.

cherrypaw-- or was it cherrybomb? his mind was spinning right now. he couldn't tell. he couldn't really tell if he even bothered to tell.

regardless, cherrypaw (we'll go with that one), had found himself in a situation almost uncomfortably familiar, yet it also felt entirely foreign to the candy-colored cat. brown eyes fluttered open to find a landscape he was not accustomed to. snow wasn't something bad, but cherry had never considered himself to be winter-type. his coat color was a winter, but cherry was definitely a summer personality-wise.

white legs stretched out, appearing a lot less white than they probably normally did against the appearance of the snow. said legs flailed wildly, and eventually gained traction when cherry groggily hauled himself up into consciousness.

blink. where... was this place? this was certainly not kansas anymore.

"hello?" came a soft, tired meow.

hopefully there'd be a response. cherry was a little too tired to move for the time being.

"SPEECH"