Chapter 2 (Autumn's POV)

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Autumn winces as Sky's sharp doggy claws dig into her shoulders. "Hay Sky, I'd like to not bleed to death before I get outside." The dusty she-cat huffs as she starts to turn her head to lick the 'wound.' "DON'T move! I might fall! THEN you'll have something to cry about! 'Ohhhh owowowowow Sky, I told you to get those claws trimmed. Owowowow!' That sounds about right." Sky mocked Autumn. "I'll make you eat those words, mutt!" Autumn growled as she flings the pug off of her back and into the side of the couch. With a yelp, Sky hit the ground. "Thanks for unlocking the door, bye!" Autumn pads trough the flap and into the yard, where she ponders.

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