FireTiger: Floof

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"So warm," The flame colored tom sighed.

"I'm you're personal heater now?" Tigerclaw snorted in amusement.

"Yes, the ball of floof and stale blood is my personal heater." Fireheart laughed.

"Kittypets don't know what blood is."

"How?"

"They just don't, okay? I am not of stale blood, shoosh."

"I love you, Honeysuckle," Fireheart murmured.

"Love you too, Sweetpoppy."

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