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    You're useless, Dulcet.


    i know


    You're helpless.


    i know


    Nothing but a waste of space, Dulcet.


    I KNOW


    Dulcet stared quietly at the ground, emotions a whirling tornado inside her. Her little kangaroo mouse looked up at her, as if asking what was wrong. Or maybe it was just looking up at her, without thinking of anything. Did kangaroo mice even care about anything? They cared about survival, but she was sure Candies didn't need to think about that since Dulcet herself was taking care of her.


    I'm useless. The thought repeated over and over in her mind, tears welling up as she closed her eyes, trying not to let any leak out. It was true, wasn't it? She didn't know how to fight, she didn't know how to heal. At least she never officially joined ThunderClan, because she had absolutely nothing to do to help around.


    Useless, useless, useless.
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