nobody likes a homewrecker ]] open, fadedglory

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma;][color=white]Bluey didn't know how to react. She hadn't even known her father was supposedly in RiverClan. And how cool Faded was being. She hadn't been that far in the future. "Shouldn't you have more regret! O-obviously Miss Glitchmob loved him, and obviously you lied to all four of us!" Blue spewed, becoming a wreck. "How many times and how many kids have you done this to?!"

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    Piranha edged behind Nebulaheart and Auntie Ryuumepaw and Paintedface, obviously ducking in fear of chaos.



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][sub]Fadedglory had been someone Eskimopaw had trusted, but now? All Essie could do was stare at the female with disgust. How could someone do that? She briefly thought to Az and shuddered. Glitchmob was right in what she was feeling and how she was behaving.

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    [font=georgia][color=white]which side? Most people we're flocking over to gli- mobs side to comfort her, then again everyone made mistakes didn't t- no doing that was not a mistake they knew they KNEW what they we're doing. Flicking her ear she looked at glitch she looked up to her she was strong spoke her mind and helped people every single day.. It was amazing and she didn't deserve any of this- this crap! she bit her lip she still was too freaked out and nervous to do anything she could get hurt!

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    Mandolinkit was rather shocked as he saw the scene unfold, his gaze snapping around the clearing to each person who spoke. The tiny tom was never one to speak up, and now knew he wasn't going to say anything due to how this had just gone down. Drama wasn't his thing.
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    "Glitchmob and I don't get along, but frankly, I am disgusted with you two." Team Glitch all the way. Annabeth followed Mascarapaw's lead, flickered on her invisibility and stalking away.


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    [justify][font=arial]Citypaw had been, for once, too shocked to speak. She was standing at the edge of the group, a look of stricken surprise written on her face, like a cruel practical joke had just been pulled and she was the only one in her family who hadn't seen it coming. Only she wasn't, because her sisters obviously didn't know about this as well.


    Alaskanstar..... is my father? Alaskanstar...... is my father. Alaskanstar is my father. The thoughts raced, unbidden, through her head as her emotions tossed and turned. Confusion, anger, sadness, anger, betrayal, anger. Anger, rage, roiling through her. She was like a volcano, waiting to erupt, waiting for that cue that said, 'burn everything now!'


    And then that cue came.


    "Slut!" As Mascarapaw screamed it at Fadedglory, some sort of something kicked in, and Citypaw flew into a rage. Nobody called her mother that. Nobody. Nobody hurt her family like that. Nobody.


    "What the *," she screamed at the top of her lungs at Mascarapaw, "DID YOU JUST CALL MY MOM?! WHO THE * DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, *? YOU..... YOU...."


    City's anger was like a runaway freight train now, rolling downhill with a will and a mind of its own. "YOU NEVER CALL MY MOM THAT! I DON'T CARE THAT SHE LIED! I! DON'T! CARE! YOU NEVER CALL MY MOM THAT!" She was shaking now, shaking with pent up fear, pent up rage. "I don't care! I don't care!" Her voice faded to a whisper, and Citypaw sat down hard, her dull, lamp-gold eyes blinking, trying to conceal the tears welling in them. "I don't care....I don't....."