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Fiadh lifted her head with a well-meaning groan, pressing her chin into the fluff of her chest so she could watch Tegan approach. "You'd know!" she countered, unable to hide her grin as she rolled onto her side and propped herself up on her elbows. "At least I'm not fat and ugly yet, you're just an ogre!" She didn't mean it, of course. She loved all of her siblings dearly, even stinky butt Tegan.

She gave her neck a shake and rose to her paws with a roll of her shoulders. "I dunno. It's beautiful, that's what it does!" Each Blackthorn was unique despite all of their similarities, but Fiadh recognized that there were a great deal of similarities between her and her siblings. Clover had her Cutie Mark tramp stamp butt marking to differentiate her, and Tegan was light like snow, and now Fiadh had her own distinguishing feature. She loved it. "Wanna fight a bear? It brought a bear to me once!"