Duststar lowered his head to the river’s edge, his reflection rippling as he lapped at the cool water. The sandy-gray tom’s whiskers twitched when droplets clung to his chin, dripping back into Tallpine River with soft plinks. From the corner of his amber eyes, a fat toad sat still on the mud, its throat puffing as it croaked. The toad leapt away with a splash, leaving Duststar to rumble a quiet chuckle before dipping his muzzle back into the stream.
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16/09/2025