whoa mona lisa ((open = capture)) you're guaranteed to run this town

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the kit didn't recognize the area, being a kit -- how was she to know where she was? "What?" she whispered to the caracal, having sort of becoming attached on the way here. she suddenly realized, when she saw the tom, that this couldn't be good. a shudder ran down her white back.

Reluctantly, Rose, on sight of the arrivals in camp took pity on the all lit that joined them who seemed to be so innocent. Of course there was no way of truly knowing what on earth had caused the little feline to end up here, at least not for now but she followed slowly beside them and tried to gift a small but kind smile to the kitten who was obviously so soft of prisoner of the clans now. How terrible it was to know that there was someone so young caught up in the strith of the older generation. Her only hope to help the kite. Was that she might be able to protect her as a doctor, not that she suspected that the Skulls would harm her in any way.

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she heard the caracal's remark, and the kit understood: she'd made a terrible mistake even beginning to trust the cat.
she stepped aside slowly, and shot a fearful glance at the apothecary, a glance begging for mercy - nothing had happened yet, but she figured something would. devilskit sucked in a breath, trying to be tough. even now, it was hard.

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"T-then why am I here?" she asked, the spark of nervousness growing in her stomach again.

// sorry, rushed

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devilskit was bewildered; she was no idiot! her amber orbs went wide, and she held back - and almost choked because of it - on laughter.
"You want me to join a clan that just kidnapped me?" she asked, tone sarcastic and almost angered. "You're a fool." she sounded more mature than her age, fur fluffed up and nearly drowning on her own chuckles.

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right.
there, she felt put in her place; she was only a kit, and needed to respect the older ones, even if they weren't her own.
well, maybe they were an exception. but still, they could harm her. they shouldn't, though; that would cause an all-out war. i hope my clan cares enough about me for that. she tells herself.

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there was an awkward silence, which only added to the energy in her stomach. damn, this day had gone so much worse than planned.

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she could sense the caracal's disappointment as she began to follow the two down to the tunnels. "So what are the skulls like?" she asked, again hoping to maybe take her mind off this. And to remind herself that maybe she wouldn't be chopped in to little bits by Hannibal and Lecter over here.