"Thats my kit!" She hissed baring her teeth
Darkriver is kitting kits and mate needed
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Darkshadow turned and growled. 'Great.' He thought. 'this kit will ruin everthing.' He quickly turned and sent a swipe Speckledkit's flank.
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He growled and shook her off. He started to run but sent a kick towards Speckledkit.
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Applebreeze heard yowls in the distance echoing off the trees. "I hope everything's alright." She mumbled to herself.
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He gasped for breathe glared at her and smiled. "I know." He said and quickly climbed a tree and hid in the leaves.
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He looked down at the kit and hissed. He jumped to the next branch and the next. He started to circle the kit. "You and your pitiful mother will not ruin my plans to make your sibling into the next Tigerstar." He spat and jumped onto a different branch and left the area but stood close to the camp.
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He turned his head. "Try and stop me," He spat. "Your kit shall rule the whole forest and beyond."
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He laughed and slept in a tree but kept an eye on the nursery and Tigerkit.
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The next day, Darkshadow stood up and stretched. He looked down from the tree and looked around the nursery in search of Firekit. "where are you." He whispered from the tree.
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He spotted Tigerkit and smiled. "There you are." He said quietly. He started to call the kit over. "Come here. I need to talk to you real quick."
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Darkriver curled even tivhter around them nit letting a single one out of her sight especially Tigerkit -
OOC: When should Applebreeze have her kits and maybe Tigerkit can bully them?
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Darkshaddow leaped off the tree and hid in the bushes. He's toirtoseshel pelt hid him perfectly into any tree and bush, espiacailly in the shadow, he was like a walking ghost.