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    [justify][size=7pt] The minute form of a kit was visible tussling with what appeared to be a thick, dark green wad of the moss used for bedding. The champagne Burmese rolled across the dusty earth, intent on chasing off the moss wad, which had disturbed her hunting. The sun shone brilliantly above in a pale blue sky, casting it’s golden rays down upon Bovinekit and the ‘intruder’. She was surrounded by clanmates, sharing tongues in the calming light of the sunset.
    ”Gotcha’”! exclaimed the Burmese, she had planted a chocolate brown paw firmly upon he ball of moss. The green wad sat defeated, a triumphant yowl emitted from the throat of Bovinekit, she had won! ”I would not celebrate so soon,” Bovinekit imagined the pretend warrior, a grin upon its swollen face, cackling madly. ”Evilclan will be arriving shortly, MY clan. When they discover what has become of me, they will destroy every single Windclan cat!” Bovinekit gasped, her chocolate head swung to face the camp entrance. Dozens of pretend warriors were pouring into camp, ”Attack!
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    Baykit was a shy, soft-spoken kit. She watched her friend, Bovinekit, tussle with the ball of moss, smiling with amusement to herself. She would've loved to join, but maybe Bovinekit didn't want a multiplayer game.


    The fluffy-furred cream she-kit sat by the entrance to the WindClan nursery and watched the other kit, her sandy, plumy tail swishing about in the gorse hollow. Her calm, Mediterranean blue eyes followed Bovinekit's every move. She wished she could be as cheerful and bouncy as her friend.

    [justify][size=7pt][color=white] Oh this was bad, how could she have allowed these cats to enter the camp, what kind oh warrior was she? The Burmese pelted towards the camp entrance, hurtling herself at one of the attacking warriors. Bovinekit was such a fantastic warrior, she plucked the hear out of this cat’s chest with ease, spitting in it’s face as she sprinted off to kill some more warriors.
    She was Bovinestar now, playing in her own little world, the world of a kit. Her pale yellow gaze found Baykit, her trusty deputy, a hopeful smile appeared on her face, seeming to light it up. ”Where have you been Baykit, my trusty deputy?” pondered the Burmese, tilting her chocolate head to one side, ”I need you in battle.

    The fluffy cream kitten sprang to her paws, beaming. She was glad that Bovinekit had remembered her. "I've been watching from afar!" she mewed, and ran over to her friend's side, ready to join in the attack. Baykit was once again Bayfeather, the trusted deputy of Bovinestar of WindClan. "Let's get them! EvilClan will never destroy us!" the little she-kit launched herself at an imaginary warrior and lashed her claws at nothing.




    A white form came pelting towards Bovinekit. "You shall never stop the great Evilclan!" Yowled the kit flinging himself at Bovinekit and tumbling in the dirt.
    "You are no match for us." Onekit half-purred, half-growled, pinning the other kit to the ground. His white pelt stood out against the brown scenery, turning a dusty tan in the scuffle. The only thing that seemed to not be touched was the black-furred left hind paw for which he got his kit name. One black patch in a sea of furry white. "I, Onestar, leader of Evilclan, shall take down Windclan and continue to build my army of pure cats-" The kit wanted to continue, but sneezed, effectively ending his long monologue.