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"Trap? What's goin' on?" Narrowleaf asked.
"Wh-What's wrong?!!" Narrowleaf asked, startled. "O-Ow..."
Punch. Silly human, you're not a cat.
Narrowleaf winced. "T-Take Brisk... I... I can't..." He mumbled, as he began to limp.
Narrowleaf yelped as a changeling pierced his side with it's horn. "Bolt?!! Some assistance?!" He barked.
Narrowleaf nooded in agreement. "I figured these two needed support, anyways." He stated with a smirk.
Minnesota has terrible weather. Blizzards, floods, and tornadoes.
Narrowleaf nodded. "'Ight." He mumbled. "We gotta hurry. Not much time to waste."
"Bolt, Willow, Star... I'm takin' these two back, if you can hear me." Narrowleaf said. He began to run back to town.
Narrowleaf quickly jumped upwards, and transformed into a timberwolf. He dashed over and picked Brisk and Flitter up by their manes. He ran past...
So I broke my Marth. [ATTACH] [ATTACH]
Photoshipped? Unless it's a silly typo...
Nope. [ATTACH] Also, I saw what you did there.
Narrowleaf sighed and lied down in the dirt. "What's even the point anymore? Everything's gone from bad to worse." He said, sobbing. "It's over,...
Ridley, you're just jealous.
Then type me a essay.
Fine, but you have to write me an essay all about my beauty.
"Just leave her. She'll be happier here than with us." Narrowleaf said, disgust obvious in his voice. "C'mon, there might be enough time to get...
Ridley, you need to leave. You are not helping. Echoax, you need to leave. Go. Shoo. Get. Go.
No. All of you must leave.
