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NightWarrior4Life (Thought this might get you amusement)
Beespirit stormed into the training plateau, with Logpaw close behind. He couldn’t trust Logpaw to get here himself. Logpaw should have been killed, he was a danger to himself. Or he should be a kit forever...yet again as a kit he wouldn’t realize his size and he’d hurt the kits. He. Hated Logpaw,” First off, reherse the alphabet Logpaw.”
Logpaw scampered after Beespirit with the stick, his security stick it seemed, but really his best friend, Stickpaw in his jaw, he set the stick down,
” A...B...C...E...D...G....F...H....G...J...I...L... K...N...M...P...O...R....Q...T...S...V...U...X...W ....Z...Y. Stickpaw’s turn.”
He imagined Stickpaw saying the same alphabet as him.
Beespirit sighed,”
NO! For the hundreth time today Logpaw, it’s A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y then lastly, Z.” He huffed in annoyance.
Logpaw paused,
“ Why didn’t you scold Stickpaw for reciting the same alphabet as me?” He asked not remembering the alphetbet he told him
Beespirit snarled,
” For the twelve hundereth time! STICKPAW IS JUST A STICK!” He snatched up the stick and snapped in half,
” There. Stickpaw is dead. Let’s train.”
Logpaw was heartbroken, his mentor had killed Stickpaw. He began digging grave for Stickpaw, he couldn’t stand to speak to the murderer of Stickpaw. His eyes fell on another Stick,
“STICKPAW! YOU LIVED THROUGH THAT! I DIDN’T KNOW YOU HAD MULTIPLE LIVES LIKE A CLAN LEADER!” tears of joy filled his eyes.
Beespirit stormed off.