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Lavenderkit heard some cat yelling about Starclan. Is this that important, should I talk to them? Pushing away the thought of talking to them she follows, trying to keep pace and stay quiet. She stumbles and starts whimpering at the thorn in her pad. Suddenly not worried about them seeing her, she went, stumbling as quickly as she can, over to the running cats. "I h-hurt my paw, can you help?"
Morningpaw skidded to a halt, turning around."Lavenderkit! Get back to camp!"She hissed."Now! We have a important mission.
 
Crowpaw quickly outran him, used to running for long periods of time."Catch up, Losers!"He called out playfully, dashing up the slope.
Coldshard frowned, he obviously could run faster, a lean, full grown warrior. But anything that spelled out competition, meant he had to be social, and he couldn't do that.
 
Lavenderkit heard some cat yelling about Starclan. Is this that important, should I talk to them? Pushing away the thought of talking to them she follows, trying to keep pace and stay quiet. She stumbles and starts whimpering at the thorn in her pad. Suddenly not worried about them seeing her, she went, stumbling as quickly as she can, over to the running cats. "I h-hurt my paw, can you help?" She cowers in fear, second guessing her new plan.
The medicine cat in Heronpaw sparked and she bounded back to the small kit, "What kind of hurt is it?"
 
"W-what? I don't know how!" She wailed. "I want to go home, but it's not like any cat wants to see me anyway. I should just die here with my hurt paw." She wasn't looking sympathy she was genuinely saddened.
 
Lavenderkit heard some cat yelling about Starclan. Is this that important, should I talk to them? Pushing away the thought of talking to them she follows, trying to keep pace and stay quiet. She stumbles and starts whimpering at the thorn in her pad. Suddenly not worried about them seeing her, she went, stumbling as quickly as she can, over to the running cats. "I h-hurt my paw, can you help?" She cowers in fear, second guessing her new plan.
"What is a kit doing here?" snarled Coldshard. "You plan for her to tell our whole camp?" He stormed into the dark tunnel, reflecting the condition of his soul.
 
"What is a kit doing here?" snarled Coldshard. "You plan for her to tell our whole camp?" He stormed into the dark tunnel, reflecting the condition of his soul.
"W-what? I don't know how!" She wailed. "I want to go home, but it's not like any cat wants to see me anyway. I should just die here with my hurt paw." She wasn't looking sympathy she was genuinely saddened.
"Lavenderkit! Don't say that. Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so harsh."Morningpaw murmured, wrapping her tail around the kit gently. She sniffed the thorn, and pulled it out, quickly licking the wound.
 
Coldshard stumbled through the foreboding caves, realising that here he could get lost easily. And as much as he didn't want to admit it, he needed help. "Heronpaw?" He asked, his voice echoing through the caves. He wandered back to the surface. He didn't want to admit he was afraid to go alone. "Time is wasting..."
 
"I'm sorry for following you. Is your mission important? I won't tell the others, promise." She turned to Heronpaw. "W- who are you? Are you from another clan?" She sniffed at him curiously.
"It's really important, Lavenderkit. You cannot tell anyone, even your mom, ok?"Morningpaw murmured.
Coldshard stumbled through the foreboding caves, realising that here he could get lost easily. And as much as he didn't want to admit it, he needed help. "Heronpaw?" He asked, his voice echoing through the caves. He wandered back to the surface. He didn't want to admit he was afraid to go alone. "Time is wasting..."
Crowpaw bounded up to him."They're busy I guess."He muttered.
 
Lavendekit pushed to her paws and stumbled. "I won't tell ANYONE! I promise, and you can't break a promise, never ever." She tested her paw and felt it give way. "I'm not sure I'll make it home... What should I do Morningpaw, can I please go with you? I promise not to get in the way. I'll sit right here and watch for dogs. Stinky, dirty, dogs. And the mean, nasty rogues to." Sits down and glares down the hill for possible trouble, very serious.
 

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