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Posted May 4, 2012
Echokit stepped out of the bushes and ruffled her fur against the cold winds. She sniffled and sneezed violently. Echokit was terrified. Softspirit was her mother, she told herself, so why had she tried to hurt her? Echokit decided it was just a game. After all, mothers played games with their kits all the time. Just that morning, Kestrelwing and her son Firekit were engaging in a long game of 'clan leader'. Echokit brightened at the thought, and padded around the forest in search of her sisters and Softspirit. "WILLOWKIT!" She called, peeking over the cliff. She saw Willowkit fall over it, and Echokit decided that no matter what game, falling over a cliff for it was a little bit extreme. Echokit shrugged and shyed away from the inflexible, jagged cliff. She was tired, and ravenous for food. Echokit stopped calling for Willowkit; her sister was probably back at LightClan already, done with her falling-off-cliff stunt. Echokit was also smart- she had figured that Willowkit found Goldenkit also. Echokit weakly staggered foward, yelping as a thorn got stuck in her foot. Echokit looked at her gray and white pelt, and was shocked to see bare patches of skin where the fur had been severed from her. Tiny beads of red liquid dripped from her paw where the thorn has pierced her. Echokit wailed, and furiously swatted a the last leaf that fell from a hickory tree. She didnt like this "game"! Echokit froze suddenly, recollecting what her mother had said. "Good riddence"? Echokit had heard that once. It was when ghey
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Posted November 3, 2011
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