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Post by sinister on Jul 20, 2007 16:12:27 GMT -5
A black and white figure, about five and a half moons of age, stalked out of the nursing den of TreeClan. Her orange eyes blazed. There was a Gathering going on and, for the fifth time in her life and fifth time in a row, she hadn't been invited. Who did this Amberstar think she was? Sinisterkit bowed down to no one, not even some soft leader. No, the illegally born kit wanted to meet the Bloodstar she'd heard stories about, and Bane and his followers. Sinisterkit wanted to explore the rogue meadow. She wanted to get out of this StarClan forsaken tree.
"Bitch," Sinisterkit hissed. No doubt, she was talking about the she-cat who had left her beind, Amberstar. "Who does she think she is?" Sinisterkit's tail lashed. Why would one so young say such a word? Well, she thought she was mature for cursing. The other kits in the nursery just called her a 'meanie-tail'. "No cat pushes around Sinisterkit," she grumbled, puffing out her chest as she mentioned her own name.
Indeed, Sinisterkit was angry. If you were a kit whose paws itched to get out of this hellhole, you would be angry too, now wouldn't you? "Who wants to get out of here?" the black and white fae yowled the the cats of TreeClan who had also been left behind. |
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