08-04-2018, 04:39 AM
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the dilute calico was sitting on a particularly warm rock she had found. it wasn’t like sunningricks, but her role player wasn’t sure who owned sunning rocks at the moment. she stretched. it wasn’t often that she felt the need to sub herself, usually her thick long fur would keep her warm enough. in fact, it sometimes made her hot.
sighing softly, she looked out into the trees. usually she didn’t like getting lost daydreaming. it was impractical and lead to being unalert. but there was one topic that she would allow herself to get lost thinking about. the young tom. his name had been lost to time, but she remembered him. she wasn’t sure if he was even real. maybe she had made him up. she had never mentioned him to her brothers, for fear of them thinking her gone of the deep end. being so practical made the rare dreams seem so wild, didn’t it?
#pyresfancy
sighing softly, she looked out into the trees. usually she didn’t like getting lost daydreaming. it was impractical and lead to being unalert. but there was one topic that she would allow herself to get lost thinking about. the young tom. his name had been lost to time, but she remembered him. she wasn’t sure if he was even real. maybe she had made him up. she had never mentioned him to her brothers, for fear of them thinking her gone of the deep end. being so practical made the rare dreams seem so wild, didn’t it?
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---yeah we all still die
what will you leave behind ?
what will you leave behind ?