𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗽 𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗳𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗽: 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸.
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high above the world, where the air is thin and the peaks touch the sky, si...
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━━━━ daisyknoll diligently padded into his den. outside, the harsh wind blew tirelessly, carrying a thick fourry of snowflakes that layered the ground and crunched underfoot. leaf—bare was hard for any clan, and daisyknoll took note that his workload would ultimately double.
his form gracefully moved around his den, his eyes and paws trailing over his herbs while he sorted each one carefully. he plucked out a mass of moss and sauntered towards the nests, plumping them up with a fresh blanket of the the green, soft material.
