Pressure like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, whoa. Pressure that'll tip, tip tip 'till you just go pop, whoa.
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While Cottonbright didn't usually pay very close attention to how high the moon was, in this case, she was particularily keen. Tonight was Gathering night, and the large white she-cat was eager despite the soddeness of her coat. It had been a rough leaf bare and she was dreaduflly curious about the goings on of the other clans.
Steeling herself with a deep breath, she padded towards camp, eyes cast about curiously to see who was lingering around camp in preparation of Boldstar's soon to be announcement. Oh, she hoped she would be called to join them - it was much more satisfying to go first hand.
Spotting the large ticked form of their leader, Cottonbright's small paws brought her to his side - subconciously, pattering quickly in the dampness. Perhaps her excitement of the night was too obvious, and her tail poised an energetic wave in his direction. "It's good to see you, Boldstar." Her petite voice was emboldened with polite sincerity.