The deaf otter, at a loss for words to communicate with the weasel, instead patted her on the back tentatively. Only having just returned herself, the albino otter wasn't sure she could once more be accepted. -- The Tapestry

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Subject: The deaf otter, at a loss for words to communicate with the weasel, instead patted her on the back tentatively. Only having just returned herself, the albino otter wasn't sure she could once more be accepted.

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Date Posted: 21:10:15 01/23/05 Sun
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In reply to: Whiteye 's message, "The weasel grins at the two **Course I remember ye, mate! ** She pats Dartpaw roughly on the back. Bowled over by the hug, Whiteye laughed and replied in a rusticated accent. ** Snow, me lad! 'Tis been a while, aye?**" on 21:09:04 01/23/05 Sun

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Whiteye whipped around in a catlike movement, dagger drawn and tickling the air. Sniffing, the weasel grinned suddenly. ** Rebecca, me hearty. Why didn't ye say so? ** Catching herself, the weasel shook her head helplessly and hugged the otter. (NT) Whiteye 21:16:23 01/23/05 Sun

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