Meet me in the back and you'll find out why
I was dancing to your house last Wednesday night
I caught a little word of something you said
Now I can't let that little prose come out of my head
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"Nutriadusk," Bamboostar says, eyes cool and voice colder. His leader's mottled pelt lays flat, but (just as) ruddy (as the corpse, bloated and torn, beneath his muddy paws)- "You weren't supposed to come." (Bamboostar's voice doesn't fall. He leaves it as a statement. His sky blue eyes seem just as dark as the bloodied water).
Nutriadusk's voice falters. "I wasn't told- Rushtuft didn't sa-"
The mottled leader raises himself, towering over his deputy. "Didn't they?" He murmurs, glancing down at the sleek black tom, lip twitching in the dull twilight.
He shakes his head, cowering into himself; he's in the water, but he doesn't notice the cool. It's much too warm compared to Bamboostar's eyes.
"How strange."