Gosh, from first team to last in ranks. PRRFA can't catch a break with those gold clues
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that is, indeed, the Mood. Knife is best boy.
Reggie, meanwhile, conking out and missing the whole day. jkhkjh
Reggie
A nice nap really was all Reggie needed. She awoke hours later, front paws snaking out to stretch the sleep from her bones. ”Mrrp?” she trilled when her toes touched something in front of her. Her head lifted from the bed, tongue tip peeking from her mouth and eyes still sleep-dazed as she looked at the mysterious object.
Fabric. A little heap of scraps to be exact.
Where had those come from? Did the black cat bring them? And why?
And thinking of the black cat… Reggie peered around the little nook, looking for them. They had moved, of course. If they had been in the same place for however long she’d been out, that probably would have been really weird. Not anywhere outside that she could see. Maybe they’d gone behind..? Oh! There they were, curled up beside her furry flank and fast asleep. She’d let them be for now.
With a wiggle and a hop, Reggie got up on her paws. Then as careful as she had ever been before, she tiptoed to look out over the outer territory of the Fortress. From what she could tell, it was much, much later than when she was last aware of her own existence. Just how much, though, she couldn’t tell.
She lifted a paw and idly rubbed at her face, scrubbing away bits of fluff and broken leaves.
“This week was really fun,” she mumbled to herself. She never really thought of being the sentimental type, but it was true. Reggie had a lot of friends in her Clan-- both dragons and beast alike-- and had seen and done many things. Though nothing had ever been quite like this: the mystery, the exhilaration, the exploration. A gaggle of cats in an icy castle. And soon it would all be over.
Just not yet. There was still time to search for more clues. And especially the door to open and the treasure to discover. Even if PRRFA didn’t win, everything that had happened over the past few days would be a prize enough.
Reggie rounded back to the sleeping shape of her furry black cat friend, She sat back on her haunches, tail curled neatly over her paws. Her eyes slid back shut and she began to purr. Might as well enjoy the time while she could.
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Reggie, meanwhile, conking out and missing the whole day. jkhkjh
Reggie
A nice nap really was all Reggie needed. She awoke hours later, front paws snaking out to stretch the sleep from her bones. ”Mrrp?” she trilled when her toes touched something in front of her. Her head lifted from the bed, tongue tip peeking from her mouth and eyes still sleep-dazed as she looked at the mysterious object.
Fabric. A little heap of scraps to be exact.
Where had those come from? Did the black cat bring them? And why?
And thinking of the black cat… Reggie peered around the little nook, looking for them. They had moved, of course. If they had been in the same place for however long she’d been out, that probably would have been really weird. Not anywhere outside that she could see. Maybe they’d gone behind..? Oh! There they were, curled up beside her furry flank and fast asleep. She’d let them be for now.
With a wiggle and a hop, Reggie got up on her paws. Then as careful as she had ever been before, she tiptoed to look out over the outer territory of the Fortress. From what she could tell, it was much, much later than when she was last aware of her own existence. Just how much, though, she couldn’t tell.
She lifted a paw and idly rubbed at her face, scrubbing away bits of fluff and broken leaves.
“This week was really fun,” she mumbled to herself. She never really thought of being the sentimental type, but it was true. Reggie had a lot of friends in her Clan-- both dragons and beast alike-- and had seen and done many things. Though nothing had ever been quite like this: the mystery, the exhilaration, the exploration. A gaggle of cats in an icy castle. And soon it would all be over.
Just not yet. There was still time to search for more clues. And especially the door to open and the treasure to discover. Even if PRRFA didn’t win, everything that had happened over the past few days would be a prize enough.
Reggie rounded back to the sleeping shape of her furry black cat friend, She sat back on her haunches, tail curled neatly over her paws. Her eyes slid back shut and she began to purr. Might as well enjoy the time while she could.
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