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    Chill? Nobody said that in Bloodclan anymore, considering there were volcanos and s***. He defensively stood in front of snow, noting her fear of the corpses.

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    He narrowed his eyes at the newly-joined female. "Well, sarcasm grows here better than plants do," was his simple response. He turned to glance at Ace, but the sand cat seemed to have calmed down. Then he fixed his eyes on Snow. "What kind of flowers would you like? I can help you find them, assuming they grow around here."


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    "If you don't have any respect for those who are dead, have respect for those who were once living and breathing, just like you and I. They're no different." Socrates had scampered up, the fur on his back rising and a growl slithering up his throat. Who cared if the corpses were meant to scare people off? If flowers were on them, it would show that BloodClan at least had respect as a plus.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]Silently, without looking at her friend, she nodded, blue eyes meeting the sandy ground as she dug her tiny claws in. Her heart was beating in her chest against her ribcage, her tiny legs shaking. You caused, Snow White, she scolded herself, bottom lip trembling. Now everyone is mad at eachother. And at you. Finally, her gaze would flickered up at Jack, her smiling face gone.


    "I-It's okay...um, there a-are some in th-the swamp, but n-not many..." Her voice was stumbling more than it usually did.


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