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Sorry about it, I thought I would be able to keep her active.

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Can Simba and Tarnishedpaw have a thread? They haven't had much to do with each other so far.

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"Yeah?" The voice belonged to the ticked tabby who was slowly making her way toward the older cat. Watchkit's yellow eyes held a hesitant look as she gazed at the mother that she knew did not love her. Her small frame folded as she sat, waiting for her siblings to answer the call.

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Watchit slipped up, shaking her head shyly. No she did not know how to whistle, yes she was feeling overwhelmed to be surrounded by a bunch of animals she did not know.

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"Stuff," Watchkit responded. She glanced at the ground before speaking. "I found a scarf." A pretty one, in her opinion. She could probably go on and on about it for hours.

[Apologies for any typos; my keyboard's being really wacky.]

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"Are you gonna die?" Watchkit asked solemnly, staring at the blood in shock. "'Cause if you do I could kill what hurt you." Hurting other cats was so not nice. It was downright mean, in fact, and if there was anything the brown ticked tabby hated, it was mean cats.

Unless she was the mean one. Was she mean?

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"Hey," Watchit greeted Creditkit, hoping that it was her he was talking to. It would be embarrassing if he had been speaking to someone else and she randomly burst into the conversation. Her ears tilted as she heard her name and the kitten glanced up at Lisapaw. "Hello, Mother."

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Watchkit wandered toward the group, yellow optics picking out the figures of each feline. To be totally truthful, she found them intimidating. "Um, hi?" she squeaked, trying not to curse her high voice. She actually sounded as intimidated as she was, and that was not the right image to project.

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"What about it?" She was just a kit and the one time she had tried to join a training session, she had been told that it was for older cats. How would she manage to do anything, help anyone, if she couldn't fight? Oh right - she was a kit, and kits didn't help. They stayed out of the way.

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Also tracking

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Yeah right. There was nothing to do (and okay, she wasn't actively looking for things to do, but Watchkit tried not to think about that). Besides, who was Lisapaw to lecture her on this? It was like someone she didn't know telling her to shape up. As far as Watchkit saw, Lisapaw didn't act like a mother, although what a mother did act like she didn't know. Probably warmer, to start with (for the brown tabby seemed plenty warm to other cats).

"I don't know!" Watchkit was growing annoyed at the way this conversation was moving. How would she know what her siblings were up to? The only one she really liked was Mattkit, and she wouldn't spend time with Noblekit if she wasn't being forced to.

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Don't talk to her that way? Why? Because she was a good little kitten? Watchkit hadn't felt this helpless since the time Dipkit had started bullying her. She briefly considered apologizing before shooting down the idea and instead stared at her mother sullenly.

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Using 3
They all look reallllly pretty.

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Sounds very interesting. A unique idea, I think.

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"Sorry," Watchkit grunted, not feeling the words one bit.

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tracking

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Tarnishedpaw made his way over to the duo, inhaling the lightly colored tom's foreign scent. The boar didn't bother to ask the customary questions about what the cat wanted on SnowClan territory. It was obvious that he was hurt, and to the Russian speaking gent that meant one thing only: find a medicine cat.

"Zdrastvootye." The greeting was all business. "You need a medic, da?" Of course he did, it just seemed more polite to ask. "Eef you can not valk get on my back and ve vill breeng you to Paradisefalls - our healer."

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Tarnishedpaw slipped up besides Chemicalwarfare, hoping that he wouldn't scare the kittens. )When he was their age the sight of a full grown boar would probably have terrified him.) The apprentice's head bowed in a quick greeting to Chemmy as he gazed at the kits curiously.