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Post by **Liz** on Dec 5, 2008 23:18:04 GMT -7
{sorry for the fail...}
Strikefrost purred in amusement. What a happy little she-cat Bluejay was! "Well," She explained,"I thought I'd just... tell 'em. You know? just blurt it out." She stopped purring, looking nervously around her. "Will you...will you help me build a den? And, help me to tell him?" She could just imagine how badly it could turn out. She cringed. He loved her, so he must be understanding. She also wondered how she could bring kits up in such a time. Suddenly, a depressing mood swept over her, and she began to sob. "Bluejay... what if they die again? I can't do that to him...not to Smoketail. And-and if they don't die, what if they're killed by those big cats? What if I cant feed them? What if I cant find a den for them? What if I die and they have no mother?" She had begun to panic, and by this time, was frantic.
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