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He didn't need to be told twice, before his mate could
finish her plea he was gone, paws scrambling across
the camps floor. His own heart was tight with worry,
mind wondering what possibly could be wrong with
his daughter. Hadn't even had a chance to really live
and she was dying. Hopefully Panda or Feralfront
new what was wrong and could help. With that
small spark of hope he disappeared into the
medicine cats den.

The sound was horrible, like someone coughing up
their insides, only the tiny kit wasn't even sure if that
was possible anyway. Wiggling away from that sound he
pressed closer into his mothers belly and into his
other sisters side.
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Nothing Is More Discouraging Than Unappreciated Sarcasm

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The blue tom skid to a halt inside the den, blue eyes
wide, "Panda! Feralfront?" His voice echoed and he
winced when he heard his own panic. If anyone who
knew him well enough could see him now they'd laugh
in his face. He prided himself in never losing his cool
but right now, with his new born daughter coughing
her lunges out he didn't care about cool.

"It's my daughter, she needs help, she won't stop
coughing," he meowed, his voice high pitched.
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Nothing Is More Discouraging Than Unappreciated Sarcasm

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Love her? That back stabbing witch, as if he could ever
love her. She wasn't worth a second of his time, not
worth even a glance from his pale yellow eyes.
Dagger-like claws sank into the playgrounds cool
earthy and his fur bristled once more. He didn't want
to talk about her anymore, it was a stupid
conversation anyways. "I don't want to talk about her
anymore so stop with the questions," he snapped.

He turned his pale eyes back to the playground,
watching as the few whom had stayed behind milled
about camp. Though the hunting party had brought
back prey it seemed they would need to leave once
more to hunt again. It was to bad Noon or Rust
wasn't here to organize one. But perhaps he could?
No, he didn't want to get into trouble. They could
make him wait even longer to become a defender
and he didn't really want to wait long. Speaking of
which when they got back he would ask one of them
to train him.
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All Those Cruel Desires For You

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The dark tabby nodded, finding that the other leaders
words were true. He could learn a lot under the black
cat, even if his views were very different from Rusts.
The mention of his daughter proved that. Unlike
Medieval the Alley Cats thought of females as equals.
A ludicrous notation but no matter how Rust tried to
educate them on the true nature of females they
disguarded his ideas. He supposed it didn't matter,
one day they would fall under their rule and they
would see that he had been right all along.

"It shouldn't be her right to be displeased. You are
her leader, a male, she should listen without
question," the Superior meowed. Then to move from
the topic of his daughter he mused aloud, "I see you
didn't bring any females like I asked. Thank you."
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A Monster In Every Way

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Patchkit nodded her head in agreement, "yeah, she
does." Her small paws lead her to the nursery wall
and before she began her explanation she rose up
on her hind legs so that she could push against it
with her front paws. It seemed sturdy enough.
Satisfied that it would hold she backed away from it,
"It's a really cool move where you run from your
enemy and toward a tree or something, then you
run up the tree and spin around and land behind
them!"

Her eyes were shining with just as much excitement as
she was feeling. It was a move she had practiced
many times and had always failed to accomplish. But
with her brother watching her she felt she had to get
it right. Crouching down she rolled her shoulders and
sprinted forward, "here I go!"

She lifted to rush up the wall and for a moment she
thought she was accomplishing her move when
suddenly she found herself leaning backwards.
She came crashing down like an oak. "Ohhhh man..."
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This Isn't The Life I Would Have Chosen

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The only thing that noticeably hurt was her pride
and she told them so too, her voice strained with
embarrassment, "I'm fine. Expect my pride, I think
it took the blunt of my fall...."

Sitting up she shook her tortie coat, coughing as
quietly as she could when dust flew into her face.
Glancing up at her sister, Waxkit, she shrugged,
"nothing much, just trying out a new move of mine.
Where were you?" The abrupt change was a helpless
attempt to get the topic away from her failure
although she was curious about her sisters
whereabouts. As well as her two other sisters who
seemed to have disappeared.
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This Isn't The Life I Would Have Chosen

((Do not post here with a cat! They WILL be eaten. You have been warned :)
I thought it would be cool if they lived in Bloodclan's territory XD))

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How long had it been since he had seen his mother?
A year? It seemed so much longer then that. The
mountains rose up around him and he knew without
a doubt that he was home. The air thinned as he rose
and his breathing became heavier, the mountain air
was something he would have to become accustomed
to once more and he would love it. These mountains
had been his birth home, where he had loved and lost,
fought and ate. It was her his mother lived and rules,
of course one couldn't forget the large group of cats
that roamed these mountains as well. They were
an annoyance at worst and a nice snake at best. So
wrapped up in his memories he barely remembered
the rat that was perched between his shoulder blades,
beady eyes peering at the peaks as they rose to stab
at the spring sky.

It was a magnificent sight, one the rat had never
thought he would see. But here he was, perched
upon a coyotes back and moving up the mountains.
If only his family could see him now, they'd have a
heart attack. Tightening his hold on the canine's
coat he leaned to the side, eyes catching the
peaceful expression that had laid siege to his friends
face. It was a mircal to see such an expression there,
it was something he hadn't seen before but he was
glad it was there. His friend deserved this happiness.
"This is where you were born? Raised?" Angel cursed
himself, hoping that his words didn't break the spell
that had settled over his friend.

"Yes, I had some great times here. I wonder if my
mother still lives here..." Jackal's voice trailed off, dark
eyes narrowing. It was one of the few times he had
opened up to the rat and he felt honored if not a
little awkward. "I'm sure she is here and she'll be glad
to see the man you have become."
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What Makes A Man Weak, I Have Yet To Find Out