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Originally Posted by NineTailsNetwork (Jason)
After arguing with herself, she decided the kit was going to die if she didn't help, so as quietly as she could, she went to hiding, and waited for the right moment.
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Bloodfang sniffed," Fe-Fi-Fo, I smell the blood of another Shadowclan cat!" he bellowed though with with a soft femine sounding voice, he didn't sound that intimidating. He hoped off the kit and snarled at the bushes the opposite direction. the reek of blood from his pale battered tinted claws which has crusty blood on it from all his kit murdering's and the warrior murders which he surprisingly had enough fur to hide the unusual amount of scars he had obtained from warriors and apprentices, some who had escaped and drowned in the river or were buried alive.