GET OFF MY LAWN ☆ returning child

It feels as if every other day there was some kind of new cub, here, there, over there. Piers sighed gently- at first seeing Kydobi approach, then Caeser. If that wasn't a recipe for disaster, then he didn't know what was. Slowly, he padded closer, his eyes sweeping over Sweeney with a raised brow, then up towards the tigon. He frowned for a moment, ears twitching. Despite the voice placing rather closely, he shrugged it off. "We appreciate the gesture." He said, briefly tailing Caeser's words with a pointed look towards the piss-yellow cat.

Piers looked towards his father, then down at Sweeney. "Come on Sweens." He said, adopting a nickname at that second without hestitation. His tail swung lowly, turning to head back towards camp.

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