Gustclan Post 59
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Chapter 11
”Camberfoot? Do you want to be medicine cat?”
The black tom shook his head.
”Sorry, Teasel-leaf. You know me. Only thing that’s not average about me is my number of toes. You need the smartest cats. That’s not me.”