[Inconsistency]

As the long-haired molly brushed their way through she sighed, the air was cold and the temperature was most really unbearable, not much prey this season.. Why complain? Willow could smell cats, many cats. They were speaking and hey? Where there are cats there’s food! But she mustn’t think of her stomach and not her mind. Learning about this group of cats would feed her mind. To cooperate with these cats she must not be greedy! Being greedy was awful too, she would become soft and rude. Her eyes glimmered and she stepped out. She didn’t speak yet but sniffed the air; all the scents were mixed without a doubt she stepped up she stretched and yawned, deciding not to speak yet. Finally finding a worthy opponent- cat, she cleared her throat. "Hey! What's with the funny look?" She asked her amber and blue eyes sparkling. What did these cats think they were? She was a loner- rogue, whatever they called it. She was neutral, harming any cat she would and passing by perhaps making friends. But really she never wanted to be a bad cat but she grew up tough she always wanted to be a leader, maybe she should be more compassionate if she ever wanted a chance, but for now.. She was just a normal cat.. Waiting to strike on prey. She was clever and could find a way out of any situation. This wasn’t one of those big hostile groups was it? Wouldn’t they guard their home? Didn’t they? She had no idea. Personally she didn’t want to be part of a group she had heard every cat had to take one special place and she didn’t want to be sorted. She was her own cat. Plus. Her father had told her they grew soft, maybe that wasn’t true she knew that had respect for each other and that they had equal responsibilities but that didn’t make a difference. She glared slightly at the cat waiting for an answer. She wasn’t that patient.. But being patient was important to learn and- to be better she must be the best she can possibly be. By the end of the moon she would have many loyal allies.

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