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Post by Hopefeather on May 21, 2009 17:45:09 GMT -5
OOC: Okay, I know I haven't been on. But I wanted to post?
IC: Hopefeather was eating a mouse. Hopefeather liked mice. To eat. But they were hard to come by. At least, in her view. So she had been delighted to see one on the fresh kill pile. And now, now she was eating it. It was delicious. Absolutely delicious. She couldn't help but think of her alarmingly low herb supply. When Hopefeather ate mice, she thought of herbs. It was strange, but it was what she did. She had better get her apprentice to help her.
"Frondpaw!" Hopefeather called out. "Could you come to the fresh-kill pile for a bit. I want to talk. And there are mice." She added, convinced this was the point that was a sure convincer. She tore happily into her own mouse, savoring every morsel. Thyme. We need more thyme... She thought.
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