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    Willowpath purred softly


    Baypaw sighed. "I don't know, we can't cut them with her claws, and I think it would pull our teeth out..." She meowed looking at the ropes


    Cloverpaw soundlessly padded into the still camp. His mind echoed with yowls and crys. His bright ivy green eyes, now a dull, pale sick looking colour. Words ran through his head at high speed, all the words he had ever said to break a cat's heart. He could taste the bitterness in some of them, but then again, he could feel the scars in his heart more.


    Neverpaw stood with Galekit, she was thinking about her mother and father.


    Galekit bit her lip

    "I have an idea" Geckopaw said."Follow me" he said dashing out of camp.


    Weaslepaw looked up from her paws as Cloverpaw padded into camp.She could see how dull his eyes were and how troubled he seemed.She hated to see him like this.But she had promised that she'd let him be until he made his decision.She sat down in a pool of sunshine.


    Coalheart licked his mate and twined his tail with her's


    Blizzardkit saw Gaekit and Neverpaw and bounced over to them."What are you guys talking about?" he asked them.

    Willowpath smiled softly


    Galekit looked up. "Nothing, I came over to ask Neverpaw about something, but, she's not here..." Galekit meowed. By 'not here' she means that Neverpaw is just looking off into the sky


    Neverpaw was still thinking about her mother and father


    Baypaw nodded and followed


    Cloverpaw sat down, his white fur looked much more grey then before, and his eyes showed much more then anything. They showed sadness and upset, but the most they showed was a haunted look, as if he was half dead.

    She took position and leaped onto the blackbird, killing it with one, swift bite. She lashed her tail and looked back at her leader, waiting for some kind of response.

    Heatherpelt looked at her leader, the blackbird dangling from her jaws. She dropped it to the ground and smiled "Great.."

    "I definetly has.." She lashed her tail, waiting for her leader to give some kind of order. "The prey is plenty.."

    Firepaw bounded over to the elder. "What's your name?" She squeaked.


    The elder purred. "Swiftheart."


    Snowstorm padded slowly after. "I hope you're not bugging her." He warned to his daughter.

    Heatherpelt went back to camp, her tail lashing and her ears twitching, she looked at her leader and waited for her to join her.

    Firepaw kicked the moss-ball up in the air, then leaped up and twisted herself, stretching her front paws till it reached the moss and flung it far across the clearing.


    Swiftheart purred. "Amazing!"


    Snowstorm purred at his daughter.