Wha- of course not dear, calm down now, she said, burying her nose into her kits back. Anger flared through her, and she gave Rosewing a murderous glare. Leaning over, she hissed into Silentkit's ear. Be silent, act like a half-decent kit. Act like your name suggests. Her jade eyes were cold. Or else you'll pay dearly. You know what happens to rude kits? They could put in the apprentice's den.
Withdrawing, Cherrytail drew Mousekit closer, snuggling her kit. Relax, okay? You are completely normal, she mewed into his ear, her heart thumping against her ribcage.
Tagged ;; Mousekit, Silentkit, Rosewing
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Snowfire watched in disbelief. There was Bluefeather, tagging onto Blackstar like he was the best thing since salmon. Bleeding from wounds that she'd placed upon her self from stress, or even that Blackstar had give her. But still, there she was. LIstening to him. She hasn't learned a thing! And I need to stop wasting my time on her, because eventually I'll blow my cover trying to save her hide. She doesn't want to be saved. Carrying out the last piece of soiled prey, another hare, he returned back and flopped down at his scratching rock. And then, inveitably, began sharpening. What makes another cat so hated by all, but loved by one? Starclan, tell me why.
{Good night c:}