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Firepaw had only almost kind of only just arrived at Thunderclan. He had never had such a fulfilling life before, where he would almost starve every day, and freeze every night. He is truly living the dream.
But, on the coldest leafbare nights, he had Graypaw by his side, to warm him up.
Firepaw was sitting in the camp clearing, in the middle of a snowstorm like the genius he was, looking like freshly baked bread.
Graypaw came in from the entrance, a tung tung sahur looking stick in his mouth. ‘’Fureh pauwhh’’ he mumbled through the ugly large stick thing. He spitted it out, like it had killed his grandma. ‘’Firepaw!’’ the man had prioritize (how tf do I spell that)
‘’Graypaw…’’ Firepaw blinked the snow away from his long anime ass lashes, sparkles in his eyes. ‘’I am starving Gaypaw…’’ he sniffed.
‘’Firuhpaw… That’s not my name, bro, dude, man, manchester, manhair, brotatochip.’’
‘’I-I-I-I-I aurh sorry Graypaw…’’ Firepaw mewed, big ass old tears in his eyes.
‘’I said, that’s not my name.’’ The gray tom growled alphaly. ‘’It’s…. GAYPAW and I am GAY for U’’ Big ass tears rolled down Gaypaw’s gay cheeks.
Gaypaw picked up the tung tung sahur stick once again, and walked up to Firepaw. He dropped the stick in front of the orange handsome tom (Erin hunters words, not mine.)
‘’Eat.’’ Gaypaw looked at Firepaw through his lashes.
The stick, which was apparently not a stick, looked pleadingly up at Firepaw. It knew its end was near. Firepaw did not give a single shit about the stick’s life, and ate it.
‘Mmmmhhhhh’’ Firepaw slurped. ‘’You are the best Gaypaw.’’
‘’I know Firugpauhg.’’
The end