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the kit didn't appreciate feeling negatively towards really anyone. she preferred probable cause for her anger. and, as the gray feline sat, she decided everything thunderclan had done so far was probable cause for her wanting to annihilate them.
but she didn't vocalize it, not in this way. instead, the gray feline found herself seated not far from the apprentices den. the horizon was swallowing the sun, the dusk patrol, which she wasn't on, getting ready to head out. and the kit found herself scratching little figures in the dirt around her, playing her games again. except, they weren't games. it was a damn good strategy.
"so then shadowclan can come over there... and skyclan from over there... hmm, how does windclan feel about them?" she mumbled aloud, sorting through her thoughts as she watched the dirt intently.