She thanked him for the sticks; and looked at the kit.
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She looked back at the anaconda. "I couldn't find footing."
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"It's not what you think." He repeated, looking wistfully at the beautiful she-cat with glazed irises.
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Seppy sighed; resting her chin in the crook of one of her forearms. Her light green irises were numb with grief; yet, were sparking with a hidden happiness.
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Yayyyy o3o
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It's a mad world. He thought, knowing MJ knew he was thinking it. He hid his usual insane smirk; but did manage to slide in a crimson-stained grin. "I would've prevented you from going anywhere, if you would've told me." He hissed through clenched ivories, his optics' pupils were narrow slits.
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The depressed she-cat was outside the medicine cat den; her crippled leg splayed out in front of her. She was murmuring these lyrics:
"All around me are familiar faces....
Worn out places... worn out faces...
Bright and early for the daily races...
Going nowhere... going nowhere..." She mumbled glumly; sorting through a clump of matted horsetail and yarrow. -
"IT'S FOR YOUR SAFETY! IF YOU NEVER WENT ANYWHERE; YOU NEVER WOULD'VE GOTTEN INTO THIS FUCKING MESS!!!" He turned around; and started to trot away; probably going to commit suicide or some sort of shit.
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Madpaw was banging his head lightly on a rock; this not seeming to faze him in the slightest. A devious smirk was on his lip. Why the hell did he need to live? His one true love fucking hated him. He looked at his mask; which was now painted with blood; and one of it's eyes was punched out, like himself.. or, just how he felt.
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He didn't reply; but he whipped his bruised face around, which seemed to explain enough. He picked up the mask that MJ had found, and offered it to him; and put it on his face. His ghastly one visible iris was aglow through the punched out eye.
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She snarled; and held back the bitter reply, I want to be a medicine cat! though, she thought it. Her green optics sparked with many mingling feelings.
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we will livvvveeee *rockets away*
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Maddie was there.
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Madpaw's audibles were flattened; his hissing and spitting had started before he was even brought to the medicine cat den. He looked at MJ with a cold, hard stare.
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He completely ignored everyone; but smiled at Walkingpaw, his crimson-stained smirk shining at the younger apprentice.
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He bit back a snicker as he looked at the masculine.
//rushed
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As Lovelypaw said this; he knew he might be killing himself, the sane side of his brain caused him to leap up, and kiss Majora. He couldn't pull himself away.
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