"He wasn't even able to be a warrior yet." Ravenfeather mimicked. "I was joking, Skyheart." she nuzzled Nightpaw in the flank. "I'm glad you're still good-looking."
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"Oh, dear. You're not at the right place. The Dark Forest gives you nine lives, not us. We suggest you leave.'
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Whisperkit smiled a bit. "You had kits. You were wrong, Stripedkit!"
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"You could have just called my name instead of creeping me out." Rainheart hissed. "How are you?"
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"He's a kit!" Moonfang cried. "He doesn't know how to lead!"
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Ghostlydragon blinked and stepped back, stars shimmering on his black pelt.(May I do more than one cat?)
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Rainheart, across the StarClan border, called to Kazuma. "Hey, did you have another sister? This apprentice says she is your sister."
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"Oh, sure." Ravenfeather shrugged and padded into the forest.
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"Burnnn Burn Burnnnnn!" the insane tom cried from a tree.
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OOC: Is this still open?
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OOC: Oh, okay, I'll edit my post.
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"Because I don't want to give a life to a KIT!? Maybe you should for wanting to! Horrible comeback, by the way."
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"Get back." his scari-er sister hissed. Ravenfeather bit his tail, sending a sharp pain through it. "This is none of your business!"
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"How old are you?" she whispered.
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Another glittery phantom, a beautiful, sleek-furred she-cat with sparkly eyes, walked over to her. "To be as fun-loving as a tabby, as helpful as a calico...you're just that. Even if you're the most starving, to a kit goes the last rat. I give you the gift of generosity, even if you already have quite a bit." the brilliant warrior touched Ivorystar's nose.
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A golden she-cat with fuzzy fur that didn't quite glitter yet set one, warm paw onto the short grass. "Oh, hello." she whispered.
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"Why ask all those people when you have me?" A kit asked. He was a small kit, still had his kitfur. "I, too, only have one part. The name's Thunder."
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On a small dock, there lay a skinny she-cat with sliced-open wounds. She didn't show a bit of pain. One paw was suddenly in the salty ocean... then another... and suddenly the scarred calico was entirely in the grainy sea. Rubbing salt into a wound.
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"I don't need your charity." another calico she-cat hissed, scars all over.