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Crowpaw spat at the kit."Maybe no ones ever given me a chance."He hissed.
"Maybe they have given you a chance and you've been so wrapped up in yourself and your depressing thoughts you didn't notice," Coldshard explained, feeling a bit like a hypocrite. Still he actually kinda did give the dude a chance once.
 
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Thunderwave had padded ahead of the group, while they bickered on in their ceaseless arguments. He was wasted on listening to that lot. If they really understand why Starclan sent us the prophecy, why don't they start proving it. Cause I'm sure, the jolly, happy times they feel entitled to will come flying around the corner if they just keep drowning in self pity or pride. He thought sarcastically. Do they not realize you actually have to work for things sometimes. We won't ever make any progress at this rate.
 
(Cloverwisp-Maple-camp)
Cloverwisp returned from her hunting patrol carrying a rabbit and a mouse in her jaws. She quickly deposited her catch on the fresh kill pile and padded to where Batwhistle was watching as the sun began to set, licking him gently on the ear.
 
(Maple)
Finally, Sparrowpaw decided to intervene. "Hey, kit," she growled, though not in a particularly angry way. "Respect the cats older than you, even if they're just 'sorry excuses' of apprentices." She cuffed the kit lightly, a small smirk on her face. This kitten needs to learn some manners, anyone here could eat her alive. Her tail twitched, amused at the thought.
She turned her glare on Sparrowpaw and hissed. "No right to intervene. But thank you. I was being a bit annoying."
 

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