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The small sprit cat Priked her ears up, hearing the voices scream in the back of her
Dead Brain. Ever since she had died these voices wouldn't stop screaming and crying
She had tried her best to tune them out, but now they were seeming to get more
violent and sad. It really destroyed her ego, and it was heart breaking. But Of
course she had been having the same feelings these voices had.
The sprit sighed "Is it the Dark Forest doing this too me??" she
wondered... "No.." she snarled "Starclan... Those mouse brains..I
already apoligized and gave my life to them to prove it...well actually It was
my fault I die-" she cut herself off realizing she was talking to herself
The she-cat's snarl turned into a deep growl "But what does Starclan
care about?" her claws scrapped the ground, but not making a mark
since she was a ghost "No one but themselves!! Those selfish Dung
brains..."
She glared at the camp behind her, she stood up and screeched "Starclan
Doesn't care!!! They let us die!! and only help 'Special' cats! Which we apparently
aren't!!" the formor Hawkclan member had anger in her green gaze "Why do
we even trust them anymore! obviously they don't care!!!"
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