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    "What's wrong kit." he asked coming over to the kit. He walked over slowly making a lot of noise so not to scare the kit. He really liked kits honestly.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 300px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 14px; color: white; font-family: georgia;]this is gospel [i]!
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    "There's no reason to talk to a kit like that." he said. His fur was bristling as he turned on the other Tom. Usually, he wasn't that brave. But, you have to draw a line somewhere.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 300px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 14px; color: white; font-family: georgia;]this is gospel [i]!
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    PARADISE
    in the night, the stormy night, away she'd fly
    [abbr=silverblood of sunclan, easy physical difficulty, medium mental difficulty, adopted daughter of rainbowveins, female, seven months old, golden retriever, powers are invisibility and shapeshifting, absolutely sucks at fighting, single, attack in bold peachpuff, is a little precious cinnamon roll doggo]✮ ✮ ✮[/abbr]

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; height: auto; width: 420px;][justify][font=georgia][color=#FFDBC4]"What the heck is wrong with you? It's just somebody crying. The kit doesn't want to be put out of their misery. They could be simply crying over a thorn in their paw, for heaven's sake!" The golden retriever looked honestly appalled as she strolled over, her chocolate brown eyes fixed on Brokenpaw. She was honestly somewhat scared of him. He had tried to bury someone alive, even though they had been screaming in protest. Trying to escape. And yet, he had just kept on trying to bury them. At that time, he had mentioned putting the guy out of his misery. Now he was mentioning putting a kit out of its misery. Paradise regretted, highly, being at his joining and being the one to ask if he wanted to join SunClan. Regretting suggesting a joining to someone was something Paradise would have never thought she would regret and, yet, she was doing so now.


    The Silverblood's eyes darted to Butters. Her first impression of him- at his joining- had been that he was kind, and this second impression was the same. Here he was, asking what was wrong to the little kit and also standing up to Brokenpaw. It was good that they had members like that in SunClan. Paradise's gaze flitted away from Butters, and to the little kitten. She felt a pang of compassion in her chest. Why was the kitten crying? She padded closer, looking concerned. "Are you okay?" She asked, biting her own bottom lip. She was starting to bite her lip a lot more often, which was quite annoying. She thought that she had broken the habit. But when she was stressed, it always seemed to return.


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    Kate very nearly walked straight into the running kit, scowling as she swerved out of the kit's way. "Why are you running?" she shouted after the kit, a frown making its way onto her maw.



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