The small she-cat shook her stubby white tail. Spotting a little grey fish in the river, Deerpaw lurched into the water. Without warning, she tripped over a waterstick. She couldn't swim.
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"Calm down, everyone." the junior warrior shakingly stepped onto Highrock. "Just follow their scent."
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A small black tom noticed Phantom. "You-You're Phantom! The warriors were sharing tongues about you. They called you insane, but the warriors are never right. You're my hero." the black kit licked his own paw. "You're brave, spiritual and kind." he murmured.
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"You know, this makes me angry." Racooneye looked at the two affectionate cats. "It's disgusting. Romance." she mumbled.
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"I told you everything would be okay." Littlekit mumbled, licking his paw.
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A small, a bit shy-looking she-deputy also smelled the abnormal fire, also smelling something sweet behind her. "P-Probably a Twoleg fire. J-Just a Twoleg fire roasting square rabbits. Th-that happens alot." C:
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Three tabby-kits, not noticing the new kits before, looked around a bit. "What'satnoise?" the blind one wailed, following the scent of his sister. "Just some new kits." the mute one mouthed. "I wish I could meet them." the crippled one frowned.
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A tiny, brown tom padded from behind Birdsky. "Hello." he said shyly.
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"Hello Miss Silverlily." the blind kit, Whiskerkit, bent down, fluffy tail touching Petalkit's.
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"Why, I'm so much more than a kit."
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A Twoleghouse, a Twolegcastle, really, decorated in Halloweeny stuff, the shiniest of gourds piled to the brim. In this themed house, there are cats. The highest of standards in a cat, of course. The Twolegs, all avid cat lovers, lived together. Occasionally they would find a filthy stray and adopt them in. Are you ready for the pampered life? 8)
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A little sleek gray tabby, almost like a RiverClan cat, followed a piece of yarn a Twoleg was teasing him with. It called to him, the yarn the Twoleg elders were probably using, and he had to get it back to the Twolegs. "Here Isaiah! Here kitty!" the Twoleg called, and Isaiah followed.
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"It's silly how they treat us." a graceful calico murmurred. "Like I'm going to mate with any of you just to make our torturers happy." she licked her paw.
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"I am the kit no one ever sees, hidden by fear and reality.No one noticed my death, you would agree? I give you the life of courage." the small, brown she-kit touched Flamestar's nose.
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With her final life, it was not someone fair or perfect or even seemingly fit to give a life. "I am Angelkit. I was never born. My mother stopped believing in StarClan, so I was taken back. With this final life, I give you faith. In you, in your mate, in your kits, in your Clan, in your forest."
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Isaiah flicked his tail in greeting and passed her the yarn.
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The nine cats, all differing in shapes, sizes and colors, dipped their heads. The first one, a tall and handsome leadery-figure stepped forward. "Hello, Ivoryspirit. I am Ghostlydragon. I never got to get my leadername. I give you the life of open-mindedness. May it help you in more lives than one."
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The she-cat, sniffing a poppy, pricked her ears at the sound of pawsteps. "[size=6pt]Who-Who's there? If you're new, I suggest going over the other way[/size]" Rainheart licked her paw.
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"Hello, my Clanmates." a pitch-black she-cat murmured as if she was in a trance. "You-You're new. You died. Hurray." Ravenfeather giggled. "You were a pest, little bro... now I'm stuck with you again!" she rolled her eyes and laughed.
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"Well, obviously, Lilylight. Do you not read the Alive-And-Well Gazette?" a starry-pelted apprentice jabbed Lilylight with her tail. "Most cats will be giving selflessness or whatever. You, Skunkfur need something better." Poppypaw touched Skunkstar's nose, giving her a bit of pain, then calm, gentle feelings. "I give you the life of beauty."
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The fur on her cheek, messed up by the sheer amount of searching she had to do in the grass. "What could I send down as a sign!?" Petals Blowing in Breeze, or Petal, a smallish prey-hunter, stood proudly pigeon-paws, looking for a omen to drop to the Tribe.