A Kit With 5 Legs!!! (Open To Everyone)

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    Contortion was a small kit born in the hollow of a tree between Thunderclan and Riverclan. She was the youngest of her and her siblings, and also the runt of the family. They were born at night, when all was dark and nothing was seen of them. The next morning Contortion's mother began naming the kits...when she came to the last one, a small lilac kitten, she jumped back in astonishment. This kit had 5 legs, instead of having a tail it had an extra leg. The kit's mother named her Contortion, Contortionism is the art of being able to bend your body in a series of different ways (In other words her fifth leg allowed her to do more than any other normal kit)
    As soon as Contortion could see her mother left her in Thunderclan hoping that she'd have a better home there, then she walked off towards the mountains.
    The kit squeaked, and started walking towards it's mother, but it stumbled over it's fifth leg. It was a little bit to tall for the tiny kit, but she managed to catch up to her mother. The she-cat hissed a warning and Contortion stayed where she was and watched her mother disappear from her life forever.

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    At the edge of the territory, Pinepaw was doing her usual business, hunting and patrolling at the same time. With the battle going down on RadicalClan, you had to be careful. The dark brown spotted tabby was so glad that ThunderClan hadn't gotten involved.


    On the border, sat a kit. Pinepaw, mystifed, approached her. "Hello?" mewed Pinepaw reflexively. When she got closer, she soon realized that, that wasn't a tail but a leg? Pinepaw stepped back, her face contorting to one of digust.

    [glow=yellow,2,300]Contortion stood up and looked around. "Who were these cats?" She wondered.
    Taking up all her courage she asked, W-Who are y-you?"[/glow]

    The curious soft blue eyes of ParamountcyKit rested on ContortionKit. ParamountcyKit had snuck out of camp, and he had been exploring until he crept up on this situation. He lowered his waving tail and hid behind a dark green bush.

    Pineaw ingored the two other she-cats, and stepped closer to the small kit. It looked quite young, a female, too young to speak though, it seemed only a few weeks old. "This is ThunderClan."

    ParamountcyKit shifted his paws, poking his head out of the bush silently. His blue eyes were glazed with unknown emotion, and he slowly started to appear out of the bush.

    Contortion watched Paramountcykit, she didn't know what happened but everytime she looked at him she felt something she'd never felt before.

    "I could take you back to ThunderClan," offered Pinepaw. "You could have a home there..." She just hoped the other kits wouldn't tease or shun her for her extra leg.

    ParamountcyKit watched the others pad away. He sat there silent for a few moments. He whisked his light creamy tail, and followed far behind, sniffing out their trail.

    Contortion padded on following the two she-cats, for some reason she couldn't stop thinking about Paramountcykit. "What was it about him, that made her do this?" She wondered...