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[Cobra]

RAGGEDFLAME!!

HE/HIM - RAGDOLL CAT - SHADOWCLAN - 27 MONTHS

this change was not one he liked to much. in fact, his solitary life was ruined with patrols and rules. he hated this, but, wise as he was, he knew this was good for the cats of the forest. the others needed leaders and guides. they needed help. he was not like them, but even he knew that being a loner here was not very smart.

not very smart in the least. when they laid out boarders and started turning on loners.. he wanted to be on the winning side. though, maybe he would be wrong. time would likely tell. today, though, he was in camp laying in the sun. kits crawling upon him as if he was a toy.

it beat patrols with talkative adults.

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[mossberry ⦸]

[align=center][div style="width: 50%;text-align: justify;text-transform: lowercase; color: #a6a7aa; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana"]mossberry could see a mountain of kits and immediately was intrigued. Her delicate frame was carried by small paws as she headed towards the mountain, her clear green gaze slowly began to make out the figure beneath the pile as she wandered in closer.

"well you look like you're quite comfortable," the Molly would chirp between the phasing of straight lips to a cheeky grin. "I'm mossberry, by the way." the calico would note as she flopped herself onto the ground next to them and carefully stuck out a paw to try and gently bop him.

[Cobra]

RAGGEDFLAME!!

HE/HIM - RAGDOLL CAT - SHADOWCLAN - 27 MONTHS

a voice greeted him and the tom twisted his head in time to feel a soft bop. raggedflame would blink those optics of pure blue. always comfortable in a kitten pile. he replied with a hint of amusement. he did have a softer spot for kits, and he would behave with them about.

it wasn't long before the kits were off to play mossball though and he was left laying there to watch them from a distance. pleased to meet you, mossberry. i am raggedflame. he introduced himself with a calm voice. glancing after the kits as a mossball landed nearby.

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