"Are we almost there," Rock complained, swaying himself dramaticly before throwing himself to the ground, "I could sleep for DAYS!" He shouted, making an echo through the ravine. "We will rest here," Sierra tossed her head toward a cave, "Perfect resting area." Rock sprung up and lunged for the cave. "Finally, some rest!" Smoke huffed, his tail lashing. "Grumpy ol' cat," Sierra, who was a dark gray fae with a star mark on her shoulder, elegantly pranced to the cave, "Rock, you're the youngest, most limber cat here- can you go fetch the group some food?" "Yeah! I'm starving!" Alps, a pure white tom, said glaring at rock. "Me?!" Rock rolled his eyes back, "Oh my... I think I would rather starve-" "Listen here, young'un!" Himalaya, a nursing fae began, "Do you want to see my KITS die? No! Go get us some food!" TO BE CONTINUED...
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