4″Driftlog was waiting for Beewing to get back with the poppyseeds she requested. “What’s taking him so long….” She sighed laying her chin on her paws. Her head had throbbing for the past moon or two, she got so annoyed she had been sleeping most days. She reached for some catmint off the the shelf. “Beewing won’t mind, right?” She said, munching on the leaves. Hopefully she’ll feel some relief.
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