
Also, stupid fruckin' CA Parental Controls that INSTALLED THEMSELVES BY THEM FRUCKING SELVES and that my Dad PROMISED HE'D GET RID OF BEFORE SCHOOL STARTED and okay I'm getting mad here, but, anyways, I can't view page 71! D: So... yeah. XD
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Greenpaw shuffled around in her cage, wondering what the meeting was about. Another slave had told her that slaves weren't allowed there for the meeting, because they didn't want them to hear it. But what don't they want us to hear? she wondered.
When she asked this to the cat beside her, it growled, "Well, obviously they're planning a raid! And, well, they know that if we get wind of it, we'll try everything possible to escape, and then their raid will fail!"
"Oh, okay," meowed Greenpaw. "Sorry. I was just wondering."
"Well, don't do it again," the cat hissed. "Say.... Isn't it hot here?" The cat's low and growly voice changed to a more high-pitched one, although Greenpaw couldn't quite tell whether it was a female or a male.
"Yeah, I know!" Greenpaw agreed. "I end up panting whenever I spend too long in here. There must be a storm coming soon! The only thing is, there's not a cloud in the sky!" she exclaimed, and the other cat meowed in agreement with her. Then, visions of fires burning the BloodClan camp and killing them all while leaving the slaves still all intact in alive dancing in her head, she slowly fell asleep.
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Amberleaf stretched, and yawned. She was lying on a rock by the river. She fell back asleep again.
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Shiff was unsure of what to do. Hunt, or not? she wondered.