he lays on a pile of blankets holding one particular blanket close to him, his favorite blanket. His face is burried in it and covered in blankets as he resides in a mediocre size tent. His tail poking out one side of the blanket, its slim and long like a Twig. He is scared and shaking from the rain storm outside, he hates the noise of rain splattering, hes even more scared of what if theres thunder. oh, please be over soon he says in a soft scared voice as he is curled up under blankets
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