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(Oh XD and yeah, that`s a good idea. What about coyotes? Some of the cats go crazy and, thinking the coyotes are wolf gods, begin to worship them! Then, the unaffected cats have to rescue their companions before it`s too late!!!!! :D)

Thanks! I love little kids, they`re hilarious!

(Oh . . . . Hm, what if the cats hide from the coyotes and then sacrifice themselves one by one- they go crazy with religious devotion?)

When I was little, my dad called me a Miniature American. I would look up at him, scrunch my face up, and say, "Daaaaadyy!!!!!" and then he`d start laughing.

My friends are . . . . Just kidding! :P
I apologize for the long-neck-ness of this topic. Just . . . bear with me, please!

Okay, so . . . I`m a roughly 14-year-old American female living in California. I`ve been through quite a lot. My dad`s in the military, for one. I was born in Hawaii (But I`m not Hawaiian) and I was two years old when we packed our bags and moved to good ol` Redneck Florida, which is where all of my childhood memories are. Being the second oldest of four, I have to deal with a bossy (Well, more than bossy; I`ve turned into a verbal stress ball to her, I guess. Imagine how damaged your confidence would be if someone called you stupid or ugly or said that they hated you for who-knows how many years, and you couldn`t punch her in the face because you`d be grounded for a month even though she`d pushed you, too. Got a good picture? Now make that person your older sibling, the person you should look up to for guidance and reassurance. Now I have to be the role model for my two younger siblings. . . But I digress.) sister, a brother and sister who can get on my nerves sometimes, and sharing rooms.
Anyway, we eventually moved to San Diego of Death and Stalkers and then have been settled down here for two years. My dad went up in rank and my mom has a job at Hobby Lobby, so all is well in the department. I met my awesome soul friend Madz/Batman, and we are like twins (seriously, people think we`re sisters!) and, along with our other friends, we have a great time. My actual sister (okay, I`ll be honest, we have different dads, but neither of us know him or care, as far as I can tell. Batman thinks she`s jealous because I know my real dad and she doesn`t, but I disagree. I think she takes it out on me when she gets in trouble.

So:

In the comments, could someone give me some advice about my sister? I don`t know what to do anymore; just being in the same room with her sets me on edge.
Also, what`s going on with me? In the past couple months, I haven`t felt genuinely happy about anything, and I find myself on the computer or by myself more than hanging out with my buddies, and I`m not sure what I`ll do without Batman there to make me go outside once she leaves. I also find that it takes more effort to smile, and it`s sometimes forced. Before February-ish, I was bubbly and positive and awesome as usual, but . . .
Am I crazy? What`s going on? My friends have noticed it, too, but I don`t know what I should say that isn`t boring unless I act like my normal ditsy blonde self. It`s not anything physical as far as I know, so-
What do I do? Am I turning into a zombie?

(YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!)

The brown tabby glanced at SpiderStar from his nest as he gave the order and resisted the urge to challenge the old badger, knowing that he didn`t have the battling skill to hold the position of leader against a Fighter. He bit his tongue and bowed his head respectfully at the alpha before getting up and stepping toward the camp entrance, though his bluegreen eyes burned with loathing. Thorntail glanced back at ThistleBerry, his expression shifting to mild amusement. "C`mon, sleepy. We have to go hunting," He meowed.

Coldfire followed CaribouPaw`s eyes, her own widening in shock and revulsion toward her charge. She stepped toward him and swatted his ears, resisting the urge to unsheathe her claws. "What, exactly, are you looking at, apprentice?" She growled, letting her fury spill out of the harshness of her icy gaze and into her voice, giving it a dangerous edge. Her cinnamon-spotted tail lashed like a lightning bolt.

The young tom was, as usual, playing with a moss ball, acting like his usual energetic self despite the ribs sticking out of his fur. Dust and pieces of the green sphere were caught in his fluffy pelt as he kicked it up, up up, so it went down onto the ledge where SpiderStar lay. Without a second thought, Darkkit leaped after it, pouncing on the grayish thing and rolling with it across the smooth rock until he bumped into the leader. Not yet understanding the rules, he pinned the alpha`s tail down and grinned at him triumphantly. "Gotcha!"

Darkkit was more shaken than injured, though his shoulder was scraped and he had bruises along his sides. His small flank rose up and down rapidly as he caught his breath after the fall and began whimpering quietly, looking up in fear at the silhouette on the ledge as the healer carried him toward her den.

The she-cat bared her teeth in rage and lunged at CaribouPaw, pinning him onto his back. Murder was in her eyes. "Did I dismiss you?" She said in a deathly calm voice, her long, gleaming claws fully extended and itching to sink into his flank and teach the pile of dung a lesson about respect.

Thorntail grinned at Thistleberry and began padding toward the entrance of camp. He slowed down as a fawn-colored blur collided with CaribouPaw. "Good thing Coldfire`s here to put that idiot in his place," He muttered, and then saw Darkkit in the healer`s jaws. He spotted the moss ball, still on the ledge, and connected the dots. He growled angrily. "Now we need a Coldfire for SpiderStar!"

Mothleap opened one eye at SpiderStar`s voice, lifting her head. "What in the . . .?" She shook her head and stood up with some difficulty, stepping out of the warm, quiet nursery and spotting the scene. "What`s going on?" She thought aloud.

(Changing Coldfire to be 13 moons. No cat of 18 moons would be caught dead doing that XD)

(Track - Do we start?)

The she-wolf spoke just as the orange cat was about to bite her head off. "Wait! I- I want to speak to your leader," She spat out quickly, hoping in the name of hope that this demonic thing followed some pack, however barbaric it may be. At least she would have the chance to escape.

Mandari shut his mouth with a snap a foot from the canine`s long nose. "Ugh . . . Fine . . . ." He growled, and scooped the relatively tiny thing up easily in one gigantic taloned paw. He gathered himself and leaped into a huge tree, landing easily on three feet.

Onyx yelped in surprise and alarm as the monstrous feline seemed to bounce from bough to bough, never touching down long enough to snap any of the branches despite his weight. She opened one eye after a minute or two and spotted a red and brown shape sitting in a tree nearby. She tilted her head as the creature landed on the ground and unceremoniously caged her between his claws.

Mandari smashed a sapling to splinters with his tail and looked up at the group leader. "I found this worm wandering nearby, Fox," He said, blinking neutrally at the kitsune.

"Worm!?" Onyx snarled, wishing she could sink her teeth into the pompous tabby`s sensitive ear.

(Bump! Could you guys invite some friends? We need at least 3 more people before we start the RP)

-Darkkit-

He obediently ate the herbs, licking the honey off his lips quietly. After a moment he looked up at the she-cats. "Um . . . " He looked at his paws.

She let her talons ever so slightly dig into his skin- not enough to draw blood, but to cause a sharp pain. "CaribouPaw," She said slowly, "I`m not going to kill you until nobody else can see it. For now . . . You are to go collect bramble and thorns and reinforce the wall. After that, you will clean out the elders` den. Once you finish those two tasks, we`re going to battle train with SootSpot.
She wouldn`t admit it over her dead body, but CaribouPaw was vicious, and she didn`t want to be anywhere near him without a larger warrior with her.

-Darkkit-

"No, it`s just . . . My moss ball is still on the ledge," He ducked his chin and flattened his ears, not looking either of the females in the eyes, "and I`m too scared to go get it."

Thorntail trotted after Thistleberry, eventually catching up to her. He hadn`t sprinted, so he wasn`t as tired, but his tongue still lolled out. "You okay?" He asked, touching her shoulder with his nose.

Ivy diligently plucked up edible berries and roots in her mouth until she couldn`t hold any more. The pretty ginger and white doe walked gingerly through the brush and placed the food gently in a shallow hole ringed by pebbles, filling it to the brim with what would be another deer`s meal. She stepped to the side and began pawing at the soft earth, soon creating another dip. Something began crashing through the bushes behind her and she tensed, snapping her head around. The doe let out her breath as Bracken leaped over a log and bounded down toward the meadow. She shook her head fondly and walked back into the trees to continue her foraging duties.

Bracken leaped through the grass playfully, rearing his front legs into the air and swinging at the bumblebees. He spotted one of the insects on a drooping brownish grey plant and walked toward it, reaching out with his nose and blowing a stream of warm air. It buzzed angrily and flew toward him. His spotted pelt spiked up and then flattened as he leaped backwards, fleeing from the enraged yellow and black bug.

Tain watched Bracken flee from the irritated bee with amusement, blinking lazily in the sun as the light turned his dun fur to a dusty gold. Despite how relaxed he appeared, his ears were swiveling constantly at every noise, from the birds taking off from their nests to Ivy stepping slowly through the brush.

He immediately brightened up, ears pricking. "Okay!" After a moment, though, Darkkit bared his teeth. "Why can`t I play on the ledge, though? It`s not Spiderstar`s ledge, it`s CanineClan`s ledge! And I`m in CanineClan, too! And so`s my mom, and so was my dad, right?" He meowed loudly, stamping a small paw and promptly sneezing from the dust flying into his nose.

-Darkkit-

Darkkit glared at SpiderStar, then puffed up his chest and turned to Cinderstride. "I`ll tell you!" He said in a not-so-deep-and-dramatic voice. He crouched. "There I was, stalking the enemy, more tired than the setting Sun! But- I was determined! I rolled into the shadows to stay out of sight. Right in front of me, the green thing sat! I took action, claws out, ready to pin it down and finish my dangerous mission, but it suddenly leaped onto the ledge above. I hurried to go after it!" His volume sank to a whisper. "Then . . . Then, as I caught it, a snake reared up, waving side to side. I couldn`t resist, and pinned it down! The moss ball . . ." He shook his head. "Escaped." Darkkit frowned. "Then that big mean monster up on the ledge pushed me off!"

ColdFire bristled and growled angrily, but sheathed her claws. She sat down with her ears flattened back on her head. That dung-eating piece of . . . . Just as bad as SpiderStar! After a moment, she was able to push thoughts of slicing CaribouPaw`s ears off and stand up again, narrowing her eyes to slits as she looked at the alpha.

"You know . . . Nobody`s patrolling us while we`re hunting. . . We can just eat now. If we get our strength up, we can catch more food and give some more to Darkkit. Besides, SpiderStar`s already broken the Code more times than I can count," Thorntail replied with a nonchalant shrug. He knew that the idea wasn`t a bad one, and they could catch food for the fighters when they went patrolling as well. The tom flicked his ears and motioned toward Deerpaw and Fawnleap. "We`ll share, so everyone can eat, including the kits and queens who can`t leave camp.

(Everyone loves Deerpaw XD)

ColdFire broke into a sprint, her long legs allowing her to fly over bushes and logs as she headed for the farthest part of the territory. At the rate we`re extending our territory, we`ll have to move camp to be able to mark it all! She thought in annoyance. CanineClan didn`t even need this much room; the jackalope herds never moved out this far . . . ColdFire flicked her tail as she hopped over a stream and kept running at the same taxing pace toward the border.

Darkkit lashed his little tail. "He pushed me off before I could say anything, and it hurt!" He replied in annoyance, oblivious as to why he would have to apologize anyway. He was just playing . . .