“Hold on a moment, be careful with the detonator!”
Camille put out a paw to signal to the Sodacat in front of her to stop, drawing it back to her snout quickly after and letting her eyes dart away. Ginger sighed, pushing the vibrant soda stream of hair out of her face for a moment.
“Don’t get your feathers so ruffled, Cammy”- a phrase that made Camille pause and check the purple and pink feathers growing atop her shoulders and tail- “I’m not gonna use it. I’m not...
