[justify]The silver tabby she-kit walked in the medicine cat den. Her icy blue left eye had a bleeding gash down the side of it. She wondered how she got here in the first place. Oh yeah, that rabbit. It had slashed her eye while trying to catch it. Showed her right, she had absolutely no idea how to hunt. The whole mind-blowing idea thing was not smart. "Hello? Can anyone help me?", she cried.
They probably wouldn't. After all, she was a loner. Badgerfang had even told her, they don't take kindly to kittypets in WindClan. That's where he was wrong. She WASN'T a rouge or kittypet but a loner. There wasn't much difference, but who cared. [/justify]
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