Flamefur, a flame-colored she-cat with dark green eyes and many open wounds, limped into BloodClan territory. In her mouth was a small kit that looked like her mother. The kit had a scar on her left eye. Flamefur was searching for somecat to take her kit and raise her. She knew she was about to die.
Her name is Scarkit.
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"What are you doing in Bloodclan's territory?" Came a lagre threatening growl from the flaming red tabby tom as he went on full rampage towards the dying she-cat. Dying or not, no one entered Bloodclan with out reason or escort. Better yet no one enterd bloodclan without dying.
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Flamepelt carefully set her kit down. "Please... Take my kit..." she meowed weakly. "I'm going to die..."
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"Wonderful!" crowed Crouchingtiger. "Then we can eat you, and have this little guy for dessert!" He smirked.
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" Back off. We can use this kit. Its clearly young enough to be raised into a warrior. " the massive form of the bloodclanner, Night, stepped over the kit, fur bristled. " Do what you will with her, but Im laying claim to the child." Warned the massive, red eyed tom. Reinforced claws dug into the ground in warning.
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Flamepelt looked up at the massive tom. "Thank you. . ."
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"Oo sensitive much? What did you have daddy isssues?" mewed Croughingtiger with a yawn. He shrugged then aimed to slit Flamefurs throat.
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" I simply dont like being wasteful. With all the fighting thats been going on, we are going to need as many fighters as possible." He explained, looking over the kit at his feet. " Scarkit seams appropriate." He said, deciding on the name.
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"Oo sensitive much? What did you have daddy isssues?" mewed Croughingtiger with a yawn. He shrugged then aimed to slit Flamefurs throat. -
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Flamefur tried to move out of the way but was too slow.
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COmetpaw wandered into the scene, looking for a nearby stream. He stopped, surprised. What was before him was like his female double; they both had green eyes, flame colored pelt, but no scar. "new trespasser?" he said boredly, overcoming his sense of doubleness.
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Crouchingtiger's claws cut through the shecats throat easily and he stood up. "Not anymore."
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"I can tell. What're we gonna do with the kit? Train it to be a warrior? Bloodclan could use more." Cometpaw swished his tail.
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" Probably. It seams only right we use the kit, seeing as she was foolish enough to come here." Spoke the red eyed tom as he glanced down at the ball of fur at his feet. " We will need a queen to take it on until it can eat solids though."
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"Yup," Cometpaw replied, not really paying much attention. He was already calculating how many the times the kit would probably squeal for it's mother. Probably, like the number 344663664693. whatever that number was. "Want me to carry her?" he offered.