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    Ticktock still enjoyed the pine trees, and the swamp. So, here he stood, exploring his old home. Ticktock sighed. He knew his plan. He knew what had to be done. But he still felt regret. He had abadoned his clan.


    He felt like a traitor.

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    [size=17pt]In March A Little Boy Died Of Cancer.
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    One rarely saw Marigoldpaw in the Shadowclan camp nowadays. She was always out, whether it be sitting at the border and guarding it, bored, or catching prey. This time, it was the latter, and she was currently stalking a mouse. Unfortunately, she had accidentally stepped on a twig, and the mouse, alerted of her presence, had eluded her.
    Mouse-dung! she thought, yellow eyes narrowed and orange ears drooping with frustration. She had botched it up! The sight of another cat made her forget her loss, however. What was he doing in Windclan territory? Padding as close as she could without trespassing, she saw that it was that cat from before. "You're that kittypet!!" she exclaimed.


    "Oh....it's you."


    He turned around, to see the 'paw. "I'm not a kittypet..." he muttered. "Oh! I never got your name! And you didn't get mine...." Silly Ticktock! How are you going to make friends if they don't know your name?

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    "You're a kittypet as long as you have that abominable tendril around your neck." The orange she-cat gestured with her tail. "What are you doing on Windclan territory?" She continued. "Are you scheming with the enemy?!" Her yellow eyes flashed. She should've known kittypets like him couldn't be trusted! She would take him down with her own claws if she had to! Lashing her tail and digging her now-unsheathed claws into the ground, she gave him a piercing stare.
    Then again though...maybe he was spying on them for the clan. Pricking her ears-- which had previously been flat against her head --she blinked curiously and got out of her aggressive position, looking unsure now. "Marigoldpaw." She finally responded to his question.


    "I'm Ticktock."


    Tom blinked at her earlier question. "I joined WindClan, just for a bit though." Black smoke didn't know how she would react. She seemed hostile towards anybody outside ShadowClan.

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    "Joined Windclan?" Disbelief laced her tone. "What do you mean, just for a bit?! Just whose side are you on?!" The she-cat took her aggressive stance again, crouched down low and looking like she was ready to leap on him. Her claws were unsheathed again, and her ears were flattened against her head. "Traitor!!" she declared, yellow eyes blazing.


    "I'm on everybody's side, Ms. Marigold. I'm joining different clans for a reason. One you wouldn't understand." The usually calm tom's stance changed. He stood tall, eyes narrowed.

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    "Oh really~? What is that reason then~? I'd understand if you explained." It seemed like that last word was said through gritted teeth.