SPOILERS FOR ROSC I did chapter 35 because idk i just did lol Popal spreads. / No No, Mothballs do not die. No balloon. They grew up together. They keep fighting. They will have a family. But Plumkit has no doubt about that. - He died. What this product says is that it is trying to control the volume. Children hear words of comfort from other women, but rarely. His voice was uplifting and uplifting. / Palm dogs will be inspected immediately. The two kings were united in the forgotten palace of B babel. Good question for Hoover? Flat line Joe, Swan Floss Swan. The darkness was gone. He cried and his voice cried. "Good," Plum replied angrily. - It will be difficult for you. Your grandmother, okay? "how do you know?" Gill Pati's disease Oh, honey, everyone knows everything. We’re not talking about this. The dark secret was a few acres when his mother was younger. Old film, swallow “I want to know about Stonestart and the other cats that are harmed,” Plumki said. He attended not three elementary schools, but four districts. He helped Frenhart Stonster walk. "How are you?" He appointed the CEO. Stonaster tried to come back, but started coughing. "Membrane. He was breathing well. It wasn't bad but he had to rest." Commercial Flynn Obi. Theich Plumpak. He said, "Where are you going?" it has started. Ask the director a question. The sock does not stop. That means everything to learn about Breakenpawpaw. / Where is the problem? / - Black swelling? Amber Hen's voice is silent. <What is it? I'm busy, 'he muttered as the tree fell. Courage, I think it's time to call yourself. Amberhenves. Brakenpav. "How are you?" Ask him. Ambersen could not comment. "As Star Trek says" - Do you do it in the mornings? I'm giving you a list of doctors. - I did not say that I am a doctor like last week. "Bractenpav teaches our ancient stars how to look after their families, how to talk about dying families." I'm not an idiot for not publishing clothes like I do. I think he was wrong. Ambar saw his beard. - The rabbit is dead! He died last night. He had serious problems with Grinkov, but did not ask him to speak. I thought he would come back! I called Emerson. Badamba replied. She was angry. " "I understand." Speak softly. Keep shouting. Brackenav warned against criticism, but Amber Bares seemed impressed, but went on. Under our boys's stars, Brakpanav learned how to heal a single friend, how to communicate with Starlan, and how to translate his language. Dezilla likes to drink medicine for cats. He was now known as Brakzenfog, until he joined Staron. Works well for your children. "
This is for the RoSC series by @Strawberry_toast https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/459511103/ Original link ^^^ Original script thing vvv Poppydapple was breaking down. /No. No, Mothbelly can’t be dead. Not Mothbelly./ They grew up together. They watched each other’s backs in battles. They were going to have a family. But Plumkit had no doubts. “He’s dead.” The kit said, trying to keep her voice from cracking. Poppydapple heard the comforting words of the other queens, but not really. Their voices were fuzzy, drowned out. /This is a bad dream./ Her eyes drooped and the world went dark as she collapsed. “She’s in a state of shock,” Plumkit diagnosed quickly. The other queens gathered around Poppydapple’s unconscious form. “Will she be alright?” Asked Heavyfern. Plumkit nodded. “Poor dear,” Murmured Swanflash. “Darklily’s gone too?” Heavyfern asked, her voice oozing pity. “Yes.” Plumkit answered, her voice tight. “That must be hard for you. She was your grandmother, wasn’t she?” Asked Webflutter, wrapping her tail around the kit. Plumkit jerked away from Webflutter and the other queens, her eyes wide. “How do you know that?” Plumkit growled. “Oh, honey, everyone knows. We just don’t speak of it. Darklily’s secret went public a few moons after your mother’s apprentice ceremony. It’s old drama,” Murmured Swanflash. “I-I need to check on Stonestar and the other injured cats,” Plumkit mumbled, walking away from the queens. She had not been in the nursery for three, going on four moons. Fallenheart was assisting Stonestar to walk. “How is he?” Plumkit asked. Stonestar attempted to answer but began to have a vicious coughing fit. “Not well. He breathed in a lot of smoke. It’s not too bad, but he needs rest.” Fallenheart answered. Plumkit nodded. “Where are we going?” She asked the deputy. “Dai-DaisyClan,” Stonestar wheezed. Plumkit stifled a groan. That meant she would have to deal with that Brackenpaw apprentice. /What a chore./ “Brackenpaw?” Ambersheen’s voice was soft. “What is it? I’m /busy/,” They snapped, sorting herbs. “Brackenpaw, I think it’s time that you received your full name.” Ambersheen murmured. Brackenpaw stiffened. “Why?” They asked. Ambersheen ignored the question. “Under StarClan’s great guidance-” “Shouldn’t we do this at the moonpool?” “-I, Ambersheen, will grant you your full Medicine Cat title.” “You said I wasn’t ready to become a full Medicine Cat, like, a week ago.” “Brackenpaw, you have studied under the stars of our ancestors how to heal your Clanmates, how to communicate with StarClan-” “Ambersheen. Stop treating me like a kit. I’m not daft, tell me what’s wrong.” They saw Ambersheen’s chin wobbling. “Rabbitsneeze is dead! He died last night. He had a bad case of Greencough, but I didn’t want to tell you. I thought he would recover, honest!” Ambersheen blurted out. Brackenpaw did not reply. They weren’t even surprised; they had been anticipating this for moons and moons. However, they did feel a tinge of sadness. /Rabbitsneeze, poor old Rabbitsneeze./ “I see.” They said, voice hushed. “Continue with the ceremony.” Ambersheen seemed surprised at Brackenpaw’s repressed reaction, but continued. “Brackenpaw, you have studied under the stars of our ancestors how to heal your Clanmates, how to communicate with StarClan and interpret their messages. DaisyClan is incredibly lucky to have you as its Medicine Cat. From now until the day you join StarClan, you will be known as Brackenfog. Serve your Clan well.”
