.:Tiny, abandoned kit found on ThunderClan territory?!:.

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  • Clover looked at her mom, eyes wide with fear. "Mommy, where are you taking me? I wanna go home.." she whined. "You'll be safe here." her mom sounded regretful. "Take care of her." she whispered into the air, and then she vanished into the mist. Clover started to cry.

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    Ticky was out and about, exploring as usual, when she stumbled upon the little kitten. For a second she was confused, assuming that this was just another of their adventurous ThunderClan tykes, but then -- well, why would she be crying? The scent was off, too, and as the warrior got closer she started to grow more concern. "Oh gosh, are you okay?" she gushed worriedly as she stepped up to Clover, glanced around for any sign of a mother, or something. "Are you alone? What happened? Shh, you're alright," Tickingclock continued to fret as she reached a paw out to gently draw the kitten closer. She wasn't sure if she'd be allowed that close, but she had to try to comfort the poor thing in some way.


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  • I am Darkshade. I was raised by one of the most evilest cats ever to walk the face of this earth. I trained under this cat, but eventually I left evil for good. I am the most silent cat. I stick to the most darkest places, and I can be next to you and you wont even know it. My eyes pierce through your very soul....


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    IC: Darkshade was quietly hunting when he heard what sounded like a kit crying. What in Star Clan's na--?? he thought as he stumbled out into the little area, seeing a kit and tickingclock trying to calm it down. setting his squirrel down, he scented the air, noticing there was no clan scent on the kit, he calmly padded forward. "Hello. What's your name?"



    --Darkshade




  • I am Darkshade. I was raised by one of the most evilest cats ever to walk the face of this earth. I trained under this cat, but eventually I left evil for good. I am the most silent cat. I stick to the most darkest places, and I can be next to you and you wont even know it. My eyes pierce through your very soul....


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    IC: nods and sits, tail curling over paws



    --Darkshade

  • Iceforest shook her head calmly, and bowed her head to touch the kit's shoulder with her nose comfortingly. "Sorry, but I don't. How long ago did she leave you, do you think?"

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    IC//Wheatley ran over after hearing the screams with Godzilla, his mentally damaged pet fox, resting on his back, "What's wrong?!" He asked soothingly..


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  • Wildlife lumbered over to Wheatley's side, staring down at the kit softly.




  • I am Darkshade. I was raised by one of the most evilest cats ever to walk the face of this earth. I trained under this cat, but eventually I left evil for good. I am the most silent cat. I stick to the most darkest places, and I can be next to you and you wont even know it. My eyes pierce through your very soul....


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    IC: Darkshade waits patiently, keeping watch for the kit's mother



    --Darkshade




  • I am Darkshade. I was raised by one of the most evilest cats ever to walk the face of this earth. I trained under this cat, but eventually I left evil for good. I am the most silent cat. I stick to the most darkest places, and I can be next to you and you wont even know it. My eyes pierce through your very soul....


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    IC: "Are you old enough to eat fresh-kill?"



    --Darkshade

  • Clover looked at the cat. "Fresh-kill? What's that? I can eat new-catch. I've never heard of fresh-kill before. Do you have any mice or something? But if you eat fresh-kill I suppose you don't.." Clover sighed.




  • I am Darkshade. I was raised by one of the most evilest cats ever to walk the face of this earth. I trained under this cat, but eventually I left evil for good. I am the most silent cat. I stick to the most darkest places, and I can be next to you and you wont even know it. My eyes pierce through your very soul....


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    IC: *gives mouse*



    --Darkshade