Feral's P.O.V.
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"Alright, that's enough," Claire said as she rushed up to Naddy.
And what did my perfect ray of sunshine do? She clung to Claire. Clung and sobbed to Claire like she was a safety-net. Like she needed protection. From me.
"You three, clean this up," Claire told the bunnies, pointing at Naddy's vomit.
"Eww! No way!" Foxy said. "She can clean her own mess."
"No kidding," Misty mumbled.
Claire glared at them.
"You clean this sh.it up with no complaints, or I'll take it to Shooter," she threatened them. "You really think he'll side with you over an ol' lady and his own daughter?"
"I mean..." Foxy trailed off with a short laugh.
I turned around to face her, giving her a look that made her cower.
"You disrespectin' an ol' lady?" I asked in
