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Post by blueberry on Mar 19, 2020 11:10:14 GMT -5
sweatheart jumps around chasing bunny’s and tumble weeds. She usually does this to “relax” after hours of spending time in the nursery. As she rests in the shade of the cacti she pushes the bugs she finds in to a pile, all the little critters squirm and scamper around, eventually she puts them in a leaf and starts to carry them around then she continues to jump around and smash cactus, eventually the sun was high in the sky and the heat was blistering but it didn’t seem to bother her one bit. She still was careless and clueless as ever. autumn
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Post by autumn on Mar 19, 2020 13:51:58 GMT -5
Honeybee sat on her haunches, watching as the- well, the silliest amongst the clan crashed into yet another cactus. She winced, opening her eyes to see Sweetheart's quick recovery as the little molly wiggled away and wandered over to a bug. Honeybee was in awe. How did a warrior have this much energy? What was her secret? Maybe she was involved in some sort of dark arts... or maybe she just bumped her head too many times as a kitten. It was actually kind of fun to watch. One minute the queen was playing with the kits, showing them her collection of bugs and the next she was running circles around any object she could. Sometimes it's an unsuspecting warrior, sobbing incoherently as they're slowly drowned in her madness. Honeybee was lucky enough to avoid Sweetheart. At least.... for now. blueberry
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