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Originally Posted by Liquoris
[Oh the foreshadow xD]
"I wouldn't say it's quite that bad," Almondpelt giggled. "They can be sweet." It was then that she realized she didn't have a definite argument for toms, as the only toms she'd ever met were the ones that got her mother pregnant with Almondpelt's many, many siblings, bred for shows. That wasn't the tom's fault, though, as their twolegs brought them, left them, then picked them back up. She then kept at Bushhunter's mats, thinking about her mother. The smaller she-cat saddened, wondering if by some miracle, her mother found her way to Starclan. She still kept at it though, remembering that she had a new family. 'Thunderclan is my family now, and they're all I truly need, right?' she thought.
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{XD yep}
Bushhunter shrugged a little as though to say "okay, I tried to warn you" and then fell silent, the tip of her tail twitching as though she was thinking about arguing further but wasn't quite sure if she really wanted to or not. "Everything alright?" She asked in her rough, half-broken voice. She had often wished for a smoother, more interested voice...she imagined it wouldn't make her feel like as much of an outcast. She had always dreamed about being one of the best-like warriors, though she knew that was far from happening. And why? Because she wasn't pretty. Because she wasn't sweet. Because she was logical, not emotional, not crying over every silly little thing. Because she wasn't gentle. Because she just wasn't. Bushhunter could imagine herself as being gentle kind, sweet, pretty...in short, the type of cat who would be popular. She hated that view of herself, though. She knew Almondpelt probably wasn't too popular either...though she would get off lucky. At least she actually liked toms. Bushhunter hated them with everything in her. She knew how cruel they could be. She had seen them being abusive, being hard on their loves or mates, and sometimes- this was the worst of all to her- forcing them to have kits. Bushhunter had seen unwanted litters of kits killed by either jealous rivals or their own fathers. She was lucky- she had escaped. Everyone else, mm... Not so lucky. She hoped the same thing would never happen to Almondpelt. No matter how uneasy the truce between them was, she didn't wish the she cat ill.