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Post by Raven on Mar 11, 2007 11:07:38 GMT -5
.Can You See Me?. .Could You Be Me?.
The black she-kit sat watching the clan. She was the only kit and there were no queens. She wasn't even near old enough to begin training. The two moon old kit sighed as she walked into the cold nests. Curled into a tiny black ball. Ravenkit sighed as she wondered again where her father was. She often imagined herself a half clan cat. Her father would come back and save her one day. She giggled. She kenw she was only telling herself stories. Stories to ease the pain of loneliness. The sickly looking kit tightened into a stronger curl. Her claws unsheathed as she began batting at her long tail. She caught it and began biting at it. Still in her curl. She looked around seeing no one. But feeling as if she was being watched. She had heard of the Starclan cats. But why would they watch over her? She was probably gonna be just some ordinary Windclan warrior. Wasn't she? Sure she dreamed of romances. Dreamed of being unloyal and running off with some other clans tom. But she wouldn't ever do it...Or would she?
.One Day I'll Be Strong. .Some Day I'll Lead You. [/center]
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