Lola lazily gazed up at Tom who addressed himself as. "Lola," she responded bluntly. "I'd prefer to stay here, but you are free to do what you want," she added. Lola began licking her wrist and wiping her face before stretching a bit. It was always fun meeting a new face.
She studied the tom...
Hearing his mother's name, Nightcall, Puddelpaw snaps out of his haziness and rushes to look for her amongst the injured. Crying out when he finds her collapsed form, him and his siblings had only recently been apprentices, so seeing her hurt like this is incredibly distressing.
@Absolutiones...
It was a slow day. Lola was lazing around on the wooden platform on the back of of her Twoleg's den, enjoying the afternoon sun. The warmth from the sun was making her drowsy, blinking slowly she let out a big yawn. It had been a while since she had a slow day like this since she had her kits...
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