And I close my eyes. I close my eyes so I don't have to watch them fight. But I don't hear them fight. Only a single swipe, a gurgle. Gasps.
I open my eyes and look at the crowd. Duskspirit and Firesong have dived to the front of the crowd and frantically covered Sweetheart's eyes, while Shadowmist and Hazelspark make a protective circle around them, looking horrified.
Flashbreeze has made a horrified wail, while Snaketalon has pressed up against Treepelt, her eyes forced shut.
Ashbreeze has put a paw over her eyes, ears flattened, while Stormlight has turned her back to the pond a paw on her head.
I look at the scene layer out before me, feeling my insides
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The Story of JetraClan
أدب الهواةThose who are Fangirls. Those who have been chosen. Those who have been given their new cat body. Those who ship Jetra. We are JetraClan. This is our story. ~ Cover made by @theredthunderfox
