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Fawnpelt rushed to Falcon´s aid. She began to attempt to free him from his thorns. She turned to the cause. ¨Auroradweller! Please! Stop! You´ll kill him!¨ She then again tried to save Falcon. She wouldn´t let someone die, evil or not!

Fawnpelt backed away, for fear of ending Falcon's life accidently. What could she do? They were both gonna die. So. She did the one thing she thought she could. The tom didn't deserve to suffer. No cat did. She unsheathed her claws and walked up to him. She attempted to carefully place her claws at his throat. If she succeeded, she would then proceed to end the tom's life.

Fawnpelt too had heard the commotion and followed Blazeheart. She saw the other she-cat. The scent. She would never forget her mother's scent. She looked at this strange cat.
Those eyes. Simular to her own and her mother's.
"Bloom?" She knew better, but the question was nagging at her.

Ikr. Eh. Can't complain, right? School be almost out.

We're all old. :/ a second ago I was just born. Now I'm doing hard tests.

*watches before setting Spidersilk figurine in center, then putting Tyler and Auroradweller on either side, leaving Dottie out*
Solved.

Spidersilk gets all da men.

Oh yesssssss. (Only Undertale fans would get that anywho)

Aww. But poor Bob.

Oh wow. All my charries have lovers... except for Clover. #forever alone

*random lethal yet sexy legs everywhere*

YEAH. ANY SHIPS FOR THE CORGI?

Yeah. Clodanse. Although it is Danse... He is like ten times bigger than Clover... but I consider it.

I can see it now. Grumpy Danse and Energetic yet lazy Clover.

Fawnpelt sat on the beach, over looking the ocean. This late winter - beginning of spring wasn't off to a good start. Her mother had died, along with two others. Bones had supposedly died, and Dottie was dead. The fawn colored she-cat pinned her ears. So many were lost. Heck, even some cat she didn't know had committed suicide!
"I'd trade all my tomorrows, for just one yesterday." She said aloud.

"Three had their vigil together: one of the dead was my mother. Dottie is dead. Bones is presumed dead... along with Auroradweller. And a cat committed sucide." Fawnpelt informed him. "I just want one more day with Bloomingskies. Another day. To forgive her for WindClan... to get to know my mother more." She added, voice getting choked. She quickly wiped a year away with her paw. Just one yesterday...

Fawnpelt nodded slightly. He was right... but atleast yesterdays were predictable. Unlike tomorrows. She sighed, unsure of what to agree with. Closing her eyes, she thought for a while, lost in her own world.

At the rate we are going there will be no body to ship...

Btw, is Auroradweller dead? Cause it kinda seemed like her sacrificed himself for Bones to have another chance.

Ah. Okay.

The many adventures of Bones and Auroradweller.

"It was great. Mom always had Honey for us to play with. She cared for us all. We were family. Ain't that right, Snow?" Fawnpelt would answer, asking her half-brother a question. Fawn was the oldest of the family now. And it bothered her.

Yes. Until a Canon hits it...

Exactly. Heh. Plots everywhere!

Claiming Jayclan!

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Fawnpelt approached, a small gift basket in her jaws. The gift basket held a few items of sorts, like a few pretty rocks and a few feathers or so. But that was it. She sat it down, gazing at the JayClan border.
"Hello?" She called out. She then waited for some cat to notice her. StormClan needed help. They also needed to be sure JayClan was still an ally.

Fawnpelt smiled at his words. She perked her ears at the other as she approached. She dipped her head. Star. "I'm here to check if JayClan is still an ally to StormClan. I brought a few gfits." She said. She then quickly added, "Sorry it's so small. We can't spare much... We just had a terrible sickness and a tornado. We are requesting help." She nudged the gift basket forward.

"We need some herbs... food if you can spare. Possibly something to lighten the mood in StormClan?" Fawnpelt said, after thinking for a while. She herself was quite on the skinny side, paws caked in mud from the recent tornado and rain. She looked at the two before her, awaiting the response.