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(No, I'm sorry. Life has just been so busy lately and all I usually have time to do is post a couple RP posts, and I usually would like to take more time on this thread. Really sorry.)(It's alright; I understand. I'm sorry if I sounded like a jerk there. It just feels like you're ignoring me sometimes, even though I know you aren't, and it hurts my feelings. I know it's a really stupid thing to get upset about and I shouldn't let it bother me, but it does, and I felt like I had to say something.)
Dustkit yowled happily, bouncing along towards camp eagerly. His brother, Lionkit, followed after him, right on his tail.
Smokewhisker growled, turning to head back to the camp. He almost tripped on one of the toms, and Specklefur had to suppress a laugh. "C'mon," she coaxed them, moving her tail to beckon them. She was beginning to walk back to camp. "We get to go on another adventure tomorrow, but not if you don't get your sleep!" She flicked her tail towards the sinking sun, disappearing behind the distant Highstones.
"Then he'll be up here with me," Silverstripe replied nonchalantly.
At the edge of the clearing, the grass began to rustle, revealing a tiny black and white kitten with icy blue pools for eyes, like tiny moons. Ebonykit.
Quote:Dustkit yowled happily, bouncing along towards camp eagerly. His brother, Lionkit, followed after him, right on his tail.
Shadowpelt nodded, turning his eyes toward Ebonykit. "Hello." he greeted her, with a dip of his head.
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Specklefur purred, settling down in the nursery. Smokewhisker scowled as he entered the warriors' den.
"Ebonykit," Silverstripe greeted her dead sister. "Have you come to take me back?"
Reluctantly, Ebonykit shook her head. "Nope. We were wrong; it's not your time to die yet." She eyed Shadowpelt.
Silverstripe looked alarmed. "Why not?"
"You have a great destiny, my sister." She lightly touched her nose to Silverstripe's head, before she stepped back. Fog began to build between the StarClan kit and the two ShadowClan warriors.
"Wait!" Silverstripe cried. She was frantically trying to reach her sister. But it was no use, and soon, all went dark around her as she left StarClan's hunting grounds.
Dustkit took a swing at his brother, growling. "I'm daddy! You are Shadowclan!" he hissed, pouncing at Lionkit. Lionkit, being much larger than his brother, shoved out with his paws and knocked him away. "I don't wanna fight." he mumbled sleepily, "I wanna go see Troutfur again." he curled up beside his mother and closed his eyes. Dustkit humphed, sitting down. "I don't wanna sleep." he grumbled.()![]()
Specklefur purred, settling down in the nursery. Smokewhisker scowled as he entered the warriors' den.
"Ebonykit," Silverstripe greeted her dead sister. "Have you come to take me back?"
Reluctantly, Ebonykit shook her head. "Nope. We were wrong; it's not your time to die yet." She eyed Shadowpelt.
Silverstripe looked alarmed. "Why not?"
"You have a great destiny, my sister." She lightly touched her nose to Silverstripe's head, before she stepped back. Fog began to build between the StarClan kit and the two ShadowClan warriors.
"Wait!" Silverstripe cried. She was frantically trying to reach her sister. But it was no use, and soon, all went dark around her as she left StarClan's hunting grounds.
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"You won't get to see him tomorrow if you don't sleep," Specklefur said sternly. "All your other siblings will get to go and you'll have to stay behind in the nursery to catch up with your sleep."
Silverstripe's paws twitched, and she let out a soft moan as the pain of her wounds came back to her like slamming into a wall head-first. She raised her head and let out a gasp for air, before letting it fall again. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, and she glanced around woozily. Yet, her mind was numb, and she felt nothing emotionally, beyond a faint, dull ache deep inside her.
Dustkit growled to himself, curling up next to his brother. Within seconds little snores could be heard from both little toms."You won't get to see him tomorrow if you don't sleep," Specklefur said sternly. "All your other siblings will get to go and you'll have to stay behind in the nursery to catch up with your sleep."
Silverstripe's paws twitched, and she let out a soft moan as the pain of her wounds came back to her like slamming into a wall head-first. She raised her head and let out a gasp for air, before letting it fall again. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, and she glanced around woozily. Yet, her mind was numb, and she felt nothing emotionally, beyond a faint, dull ache deep inside her.
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Smiling, Specklefur gave each of her kits a lick on the forehead, before she drifted off.
Vaguely, she wondered why everything around her figuratively seemed bleached of color, leaving pale, faded colors where once shades gleamed. What is going on... What's happening to me?... it doesn't matter. Does anything matter? She glanced around at the walls of the medicine den. Medicine den. ShadowClan. Home. What does "home" mean? Does it matter? It doesn't seem to. Do I matter?
No.