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Attack in darkred[hr][/fancypost]
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//it's a bit weird, yup
Confusion swam in Strife's eyes at Eleven's words. "Ah, maybe I shouldn't said that a little more clearly..." He realised very quickly who the fawn was thinking about and almost burst out laughing. "I'm only her half-brother. My father was actually Meadowdancer, a former battlemaster of ThunderClan; my mother was a kittypet." He would have sat down if he could think he'd be able to get up again - gah, travelling did that to you. "Meadowdancer and Sherlock, I think he--she was Warden back then, had a litter; one of them was Colourful." Yes, Strife had sat down and learned all this one morning when he was ill; it finally came in handy, woo! "There was some... trouble, and then Meadow fell ill and Sherlock began dating Hannibal and Fragilepast and... well, I don't know much more after that. So, Colourful's only my half-sister, but I don't like lookin' at stuff like that," Strife explained, holding his head downwards so he could see Eleven a little clearer.
The stag gave a slow nod at Eleven - maybe Strife needed to have a word with Colourful and get to the bottom of this thing. "Well, I'm sure you'll find out who he is sooner or later, these things have a way of unravelling themselves."[/fancypost]
"Nothing is true."[/fancypost]
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