"Well, I'm not helping carry, just saying," Coldshard muttered.Crowpaw just stared at her, a frown carved onto his muzzle. "Whatever." He muttered, turning away and continuing on. His strides her slow, but long and sure. He was almost slinking with the way his movements where, belly low to the ground, tail swaying, head held just far enough off the ground so that the kit wouldn't bump against the earth.
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"True, true." Morningpaw nodding, stumbling over her paws. Regaining her paws, she tilted her head slightly at Crowpaw's peculiar strides and body language. "Strange. I've never seen a cat walk like that before. But I guess that's MapleClan for you, full of surprises."