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       you are the music in me ( open )
       By: Raven` Date: February 23, 2014, 1:05 am
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       She had to admit, at times, she regretted ever falling in love.
       Ever going through the hurt. The drama. The pain. There were
       even times where she found herself close to cutting because of
       something he did. She especially regretted the day where she
       allowed him to touch her in many ways again. Oh, the kits she
       did not regret. She could never regret them. They did nothing
       but follow how life goes and form. It was all her and her
       deceased mate's job.
       The female left her kits sleeping in the cozy nest, and slipped
       by the medicine den. She needed time alone. Time to think. Time
       to be the young teenager that she was deprived of being. Once
       she was a good distance from camp, she sniffed the air. A breeze
       blew through her fur and made her gasp slightly. She had
       forgotted how cold the outside world could actually be. She
       turned her dark amber eyes ahead, staring at the path. She found
       self wondering, should she run? She could if she wanted to. Run
       away from your past and change your name. It sounded like
       something great.
       And so she started. She pumped her legs as fast as she could,
       enjoying the air this time. A bright smile was on her face, and
       her dark eyes lightened. But as she came to the edge of the
       territory, where no-man's land stretched on, she stopped. She
       looked ahead, ginger fur ruffling some more. A tear left her
       eye. Not of sadness or joy, but just of the fact that she even
       had the thought to leave her responsibility behind. Downkit and
       Hallowskit... they needed her. And Streamflow could use all the
       help she could get.
       Another tear left and her legs ached, so she just decided to sit
       there and watch the horizon.
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