BURY THE HATCHET IN HIS SHOULDER — MEETING 08.06

CAPTAINPAW

✯ — YOUNG LOVERS AND THEY ARE NOT SLEEPING

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the young striker had arrived to the meeting, just beginning to get over his cold. his nose was still stuffy, and his head slightly ached but cap wouldn't remain inactive any longer. getting to the meeting from the tree house had proven difficult, but he had eventually hitched a ride on vandal's back when he came across her. the calico nuzzled his face into the mane of her neck and purred softly, his paws idly kneading at her shoulders.

"congratulations, aunt vandal!" his sore throat squeaked, but his face spoke for how excited he was for her. she was a great pirate, after all, she would do great. the calico then tiredly yawned, and pressed his face back into her fur to continue his nap.

//congrats everyone!! <33

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✯ — male. the typhoon. easy. REF. BIO. — ✯

#psychosocial.