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BILL.
Fennelheart padded into the crowd, ears flat from the cold and eyes squinted.
I wonder what this
meeting is about. It sure feels like Lionstar has been calling a lot of them lately.
As she settled down, her pure white pelt rippled, shining in the sun. Fennleheart yawned and took a deep breath of the crisp winter air, focusing her orange gaze on Lionstar, pretending to listen. Then the she-cat delved back into her thoughts. She liked to do this- it was a good distraction for when she was bored.
Like now.
I don't really like my name. It's just so... boring. Fennelheart. Couldn't I have been named, I don't know, Fennelstorm? Or maybe Fennelfrost? Hm, that's a good one. I wonder what it would be like if cats had wings like birds. We could hunt better, probably. Would the wings replace forelegs? I bet if we had wings my name would be Fennelflight. That's a good name, I like the sound of it.
Or maybe it's for the best that we don't have wings.
After all, it would make killing much easier.
A shudder ran down her spine as Fennelheart tried to shove away the cobwebs of her mind, yanking herself back into the 'waking world' and refocusing her gaze on Lionstar with a fake smile.
Still, her thoughts would not cease once they had taken that turn.
You're a killer. You want wings so you can kill. You want to rip out Lionstar's throat and take his place like the vile, ambitious cat you are. You know I'm right.
You know you want to.