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I guess they knew I was the quirky one the moment I was born. Yep. I was a very quiet kit. Not really wanting to play with others; the "shy one", they would call me. That is, until Ravenkit, the bully shoved me into a pool and the moment I was hauled out, I tackled him and screamed my voice out. Then went back to being my inconspicuous self the next day. My, my they sure knew how odd I'd turn out. I'm Irispaw. I'm quite senseless. And I want friends. Blegh. "Yo, my mateys, how's it going?" Snowpaw puts on a trite grin. "Irispaw, time for hunting training!" My sister Rosepaw calls me.

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rdfs:comment	I guess they knew I was the quirky one the moment I was born. Yep. I was a very quiet kit. Not really wanting to play with others; the "shy one", they would call me. That is, until Ravenkit, the bully shoved me into a pool and the moment I was hauled out, I tackled him and screamed my voice out. Then went back to being my inconspicuous self the next day. My, my they sure knew how odd I'd turn out. I'm Irispaw. I'm quite senseless. And I want friends. Blegh. "Yo, my mateys, how's it going?" Snowpaw puts on a trite grin. "Irispaw, time for hunting training!" My sister Rosepaw calls me.
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abstract	I guess they knew I was the quirky one the moment I was born. Yep. I was a very quiet kit. Not really wanting to play with others; the "shy one", they would call me. That is, until Ravenkit, the bully shoved me into a pool and the moment I was hauled out, I tackled him and screamed my voice out. Then went back to being my inconspicuous self the next day. My, my they sure knew how odd I'd turn out. I'm Irispaw. I'm quite senseless. And I want friends. Blegh. "Yo, my mateys, how's it going?" Snowpaw puts on a trite grin. Lilypaw and Creampaw roll their eyes but it's me to speak. "I'm not your mate, Snowpaw." Unlike those two giggly twins would like to be, my mind trails off. He gives me a hard glare but I stand, unfaltering. His gaze relaxes and he says cornily, "I brought some mice for my lovely darlings!" He passes fat mice to Creampaw and Lilypaw. Oh boy, I was expecting tiny whisker lengths but that mother-load could fill my poor stomach up. Aaaand Mr. Tom glares at me and takes my former prey with him to eat it himself. Typical. I mean Snowpaw. He expects to be so attractive but once he finally gets someone, he expects them to blindly follow his orders. That tom will never, mark my words, ever be my mate. So why did I keep on giving him a chance? "Irispaw, time for hunting training!" My sister Rosepaw calls me. "Jump, pounce , claw, snap!" Nutleaf yowls. Her gaze pins me down like a hawk as I do the hunting routine. She rolls her eyes and I know she hates me. "You were out of place. You clawed where you should've bitten. Practice." She spit out the last word meaningfully and I understood with a flash that she knew that I had not practiced what she had advised me to do as Rosepaw always does. I give her my sweetest smile before padding back to Rosepaw, who's green eyes are narrowed in disapproval.

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