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Post by crossheart on Apr 17, 2006 0:31:57 GMT
Crossheart had been worried about her mother goldenflower. She had been scared in many places by a couple of rats. They were pretty deep flesh wounds and goldenflowers beutiful orange-brown fur looked ragged and matted with blood. Although crossheart hadn't been aloud to see her mother, she knew she just had to.
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