Re: GrassClan Roleplay.
"Steal the kit?" Copper was outraged at this pompous cat. Did she think that Copper was stupid enough to believe her. A nagging voice in her head said to not attack but she ignored it, the kit needed to be saved! "You are the one's going to murder it. It has nothing to do with your evil schemes, I will fight you if it comes to it." Copper tried to sound strong and reassure herself that she could beat these clan cats, but they were not the desperate and weak gangs of rogues. these were fit, battle-trained cats. Copper began to doubt her decision. Why was she risking her life for a kit she didn't know. Something was going on. There was something here she needed. Was it the kit? No, she wasn't drawn to it, but the cat... She seemed to be the answer. But how could a clan cat, the most violent cat of all, be the answer to this strange tug in her mind? She wasn't that violent was she? She just cared for those weaker than her and survived. Surviving wasn't a crime was it? Coppers eyes clouded over as her mind ran circles as to what she was doing.
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