._$p!d3r_.
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My dear, you have issues...issues that can only be cured by Whiskey and Jack on the Rocks.
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Post by ._$p!d3r_. on Nov 7, 2008 23:29:10 GMT -5
Foresteyes small body lay almost limp on its side with her head resting on the soft nest. A low purr rumbled from her and forth put a calm coming on the dark nursery. Every so often her bulging stomach would give a lurch and she would bring her head up briefly before letting it fall once more onto the soft moss. Foresteyes sighed and looked towards the light that was the only source to show that she was still sane. What had she done? She had nursed a rogue to health and then fallen in love with him. A horrible plight she had brought her leader when she told him. It was something she would have to live with...but no matter how horrible it may have seemed, she still had kittens on the way, kittens who would prosper and become great warriors, the way it was meant to be.
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