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       we were the kings and the queens of promise [open]
       By: Wolfie Date: October 26, 2012, 7:37 pm
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       [font=georgia]Victorychant felt like an ancient ThunderClan
       warrior, when really, she was only 34 moons old. So many
       battles, so much death...She had lost both her parents so early,
       and so had her best friend Taintedstar. Her only friend, might I
       mention. That was her problem, the black femme had concluded.
       She and Taintedstar had been the best of friends forever,
       sharing everything, even grief for their dead parents, but now,
       Vic needed more friends. Not that she didn't love Taint, she
       just needed more faces to see, more cats to talk to. Maybe that
       would finally snap her out of this spell of grief.
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       Re: we were the kings and the queens of promise [open]
       By: Snapdragon Date: October 27, 2012, 5:58 am
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       Flutterpaw was crouching in the shadows, her blue eyes
       half-closed sleepily. She stretched herself out and stood,
       focusing on Victorychant for a moment before shrinking back
       fearfully. What do I have to do to walk across camp without
       bumping into a cat nowadays? The cream apprentice wondered,
       blinking slowly. It was time, she knew, to make new friends, but
       every time she saw someone she panicked and hid from them. She
       had no idea what they would do, and since [almost] everyone who
       she'd met since she returned had said something mean, Flutterpaw
       wasn't keen on meeting someone else.
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