"Father!" Stone said. Little rumbles started in his chest, an immature tribute to purring.Mint padded in and settled beside her. “Hello...”
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The rogues retreating, Drops had little to do but the same.
Drops shivered in the rain, tucking his narrow body against Feather's svelte shape so at least one side was sheltered against the incoming water.
His muscles twitched, making his coat shake droplets into the mud, which in turn squished unpleasantly between his already significantly begrimed paws.
"We should really get inside," he muttered.
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Frog, being my shallow character in which I was overambitious in the making of him embraced the rain or something.
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Wind, more waterlogged than a drowned rat swallowed by a soggy snake, dragged himself into his den and got more wet via tongue.