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Originally Posted by Inglewood Binks
His ears, once tall on his head with interest, slowly fell. They fell down, behind his head, as he watched the tabby. Even the mentioning of the word "Liberation..." It was horrible. He remembered watching the kits fight. It was one thing to watch, but another to see the results on their loved ones. Things like that couldn't really hit Gyrewind, even though he made an effort to force an imprint in his brain. But the golden cat was a living specimen for him to "imprint."
"You had no control... Over the battle." Gyrewind meowed in a less then casual voice. He really didn't know how to respond, but his eyes drew away and stared at the branch he was on. How he hated leaving silence... it was an abrupt raven swooping in to smother them with its black wings. |
Dunedrift sank his claws into the cold hard earth.
You have no idea. He shook himself, rumpling his short fur in the process. "I could have and should have been with her. She was deaf; I shouldn't have left Sandpaw alone," he pointed out sullenly, frowning. ((sry it's short =[ ))