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Originally Posted by Gusty
"Do as you'd like." Pastelle whispered, climbing into the nest with a hint of gratitude. Even so, the molly wasn't accustomed to being at a high elevation. Although the tree wasn't the highest in the woods, it was still quite tall. Taller than what she'd normally prefer. Her orbs scanned the surroundings. So this is what it's like, to be a bird. Sleeping here, away from prowling felines like us that'd murder you...
Unlike Slash, the molly wasn't tired at all. In fact, she was more confused and mystified than anything else. This would be a good time to think about the things she'd done, and wonder if she had just made a couple of grave mistakes.
No, they couldn't be mistakes. And even if they were, there was no turning back. Slash was to be trusted until he turned evil again, although, the rest of the DS cats... oh, they wouldn't care about her. She was just some measly hunter. Nobody would realize that she was missing from the hunter's den.
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(And then they do!! Mwahaha! XD))
Slash slept heavily. For the first time, his dreams were peaceful, not filled woth the blood and shrieks of other cats. In this dream, he was just hunting, free as could be. He sighed in his sleep, as small smile on his lips.