I expect her to leave. But, instead of filling with fury, her eyes fill with mischief. The white warrior takes a mouthful of feathers and flings them at me. I use my paws to bat them away, then scoop some up to throw at her.
This continues, until I hear a thundering yowl,
"STOP!"
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𝓔𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 // warriors short story
Fanfictionexpectations, like boulders, have blanketed mountainpaw's back from the moment he was born. his mother yearns for two perfect children with the perfect relationship. however darkness is enclosing upon the two siblings and perhaps with enough pressu...
