✿ The wind blows harsh over the moorland, ruffling through cream-striped fur until it seems to stand son end. It's better than the snow and ice, Dandelionpaw will admit, but it still isn't fun to feel himself being nearly knocked off his paws by sharp gusts of wind. He's a moor runner, tall and...
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