07-10-2018, 07:28 PM
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AND WITH MY OPENED MOUTH
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[/td][td][/td][/tr][/table]AND WITH MY OPENED MOUTH
Ah, and here he was, wondering again and again and finding no place to stop. So many clans, so little time. Volatiletimes made his way to the border and huffed, tail lashing back and forth. "My paws ache..." He said to himself, inaudible and sighing. Then he straightened once again and looked straight ahead, ear flicking. The green maine coon tugged on his bow as he waited for someone to come to him, probably be a jerk, and then he would be on his way after mingling with the mortals.