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they’re not listed as related on the warriors wiki, so they’re more then third cousins.

according to some weird google results, “The researchers found your third or fourth cousin isn't just safe to marry — they're your ideal partner.”

and sparkpelt and larksong are likely around that.

so. yeah.

@rkjongin

there’s a spring in her step as she walks down the streets of apgujeong, bags in hand, gentle breeze blowing through blonde tresses, sunglasses perched upon button nose. shopping always puts her in a good mood, even if she now has to shop in the clearance racks and can’t make as many purchases as she could when she was living back in beijing with her parents.

she swings her bags as she walks, a quiet hum coming from her lips to a song she’s not sure if she made up or barely recognizes. she ponders going into another store, but her stomach growls in protest and it’s warranted---she hasn’t had a bite to eat since breakfast, and all she’d has was the lone apple in the crisper of her refrigerator, lonely and begging to be eaten. so she turns on her heel, heading away from the department store she’d initially headed toward and instead makes her way to a nearby cafe where the smell of fresh pastries and coffee entices her.

once she places her order, she find an empty table outside while she waits, placing her bags at her feet and her sunglasses on the table. her eyes wander, observing the people around her, and indiscriminate gaze filled with curiosity about the people who have gathered around. a sudden movement catches her eyes and her gaze is drawn to it, and into her field of vision comes a boy who looks to be about her age, waving.