
"Yeah, well, a sick warrior is not something this clan needs." I say, standing up. "You seem washed enough." I declare while crawling onto the brown a slippery bank of the clear river. My whiskers tingle at the small feeling of water dripping of them. I wait for a heartbeat for him to follow bit then loose my patience and begin padding back to our kit-less camp.
I slow down. "No, I guess not. I wonder about that rogue out beyond our territory sometimes. I also worry that out leader will never claim a new deputy or even force cats to have kits." I raised my horrified gaze up to the vast tree tops, "That would be both horrible and horrid."
I hissed slightly. "Hopefully its either you or me. Angered and quick thinking cats who don't act like foolish kittypets are needed in MeadowClan," I spit.
Writers Block.















"Yeah well." I trailed off into a defying silence.
Writers block *Sob*
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