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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 440px;]"Stop your *ing bickering. I'm going to get a goddamn headache." Mascarapaw snapped with a roll of her volcanic optic's. "Glitch, its not the kittens fault you died giving birth. You're pretty young to be giving birth anyway," The girl shot a quick look over at Alaskanriches before carrying on, "And I'm pretty sure you didn't mean the demon thing, right? They're just tiny bundles of fur. What harm can they cause?" Maisie let her voice trail off as she finished up covering the wounds in cobwebs and sitting back to check over her work.

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]Ugh, at this rate Lask would likely kill himself. And how was it not the kits fault she died? It was their fault, Alaskanriches' fault, her fault, and StarClan's fault. StarClan sent her the prophecy, Lask impregnated her, the kits made her lose too much blood and go into shock, and she agreed to do something she didn't want to do. She glanced over to Thousandlies, "You're right, he sure tried his hardest on Fadedglory." Ouch.
    "No, they are really demons. I thought I told RiverClan that.. but anyways they have a fucking blood lust so I'd watch your back and lock them up." Strange how a mother could speak this way about her children. The medic looked at her wounds to check Maisie's work. Pretty good. "Good job. Now, if you all don't mind, I'm going to take a few days break and heal."
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    "That's not what I'm saying, Glitch. He tried hard to recover everything, he wanted to make things work. But some people just don't see that because they're blinded by hatred and anger." she said quietly and calmly. She wanted to be on good terms with Glitchmob so she silenced herself afterwards, making sure that she would not frustrate the medicine cat more than she already had done. Thousandlies dipped her head and stared at her black paws, feeling her ears grow hot.


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    "Guys, give her some space. She's been through a lot." Hungergames said calmly.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][sub]"Glitchmob," Eskimopaw murmured quietly, large ears flicking back against her head. "Kits, demons?" Her tone was doubtful, and though she wouldn't tell the medic to her face, such a statement did not sound correct. While she herself was not the biggest fan of kits, they couldn't be demons, right?

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;]Mascarapaw just shrugged at her mentors words. "Take as long as you need, Glitch. We've got like.. 7 of us to take over while you rest. StarClan dudes re-promoted a shit load of MCA's when you were away."

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]Heh, really? The only reason she had promoted and demoted 'so many' was because everyone was nagging that the medics were lazy and inactive. She groaned and stood up, "Next time I expect to be buried." The marlot grumbled and shook her head, "StarClan told me and Alaskanriches the same thing -- those kits are the reincarnations of fiends."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; margin-left: -150px; margin-top: -15px; text-align: center;][size=12][color=white][ go on and take a bow ][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2]Alaskan immediately couldn't help flattening his ears against his skull in a motion of slight anger. Who knew, he could try and kill her, then leave. What else was here for him? Before shaking his head, he would not stoop to Nebulaheart's level. The warrior took a step back from Glitchmob. Shaking his head once again and turning away.


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