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| - Hello! This is my first Songfic! Yay! It's based off the song 7 Years Old by Lukas Graham, so enjoy! “I don’t want to!” Rollkit refused to move, “I want to stay here.” “You must, my kit,” Splashstorm leaned down and nudged the kit with her nose, “there’s a whole world out there! One day you’ll go out to hunt and fight for your Clan. Just like Rocktuft.” “But it’s warm in here,” Rollkit looked out to the white glow coming from the entrance of the den,” how come Talonkit, Goldkit, Sniffkit and Yellowkit can’t feel it?” “Come on, Rollkit!” “You can’t catch me!” “Why do I need a mate?”
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| - Hello! This is my first Songfic! Yay! It's based off the song 7 Years Old by Lukas Graham, so enjoy! “I don’t want to!” Rollkit refused to move, “I want to stay here.” “You must, my kit,” Splashstorm leaned down and nudged the kit with her nose, “there’s a whole world out there! One day you’ll go out to hunt and fight for your Clan. Just like Rocktuft.” “But it’s warm in here,” Rollkit looked out to the white glow coming from the entrance of the den,” how come Talonkit, Goldkit, Sniffkit and Yellowkit can’t feel it?” “You will always deal with the cold in leafbare,” Splashstorm licked the top of her kits head, “come on, I’ll come with you.” “Come on, Rollkit!” “You can’t catch me!” “Hey!” Rollkit crashed through the leaves after his siblings. They grew smaller as they ran ahead. They were always one step ahead, always one prey ahead, always one spot ahead. “But I will catch up,” Rollkit promised himself, “I’ll be stronger. One day.” “Why do I need a mate?” “You have to make sure RiverClan lasts,” Rocktuft brushed his muzzle over Rollpaw’s small head, “you’ll make a wonderful father.” “I will,” promised Rollpaw, “I will be strong.” “You’re loyalty is great, Rollfoot,” Rushstar stood over the small warrior, “no one doubts you now. You were always going to be a great warrior.” “Thankyou, Rushstar,” Rollfoot dipped his head. His twisted front paw was all he was until now. He proved he is greater than his own siblings. “Talonflame! Goldduck!” Rollfoot whispered, “I’m strong now, I’ll be better one day.” “Sandshrew is getting old.” “who will replace him as deputy?” “I think Rollfoot will.” “I’m sorry, Talonflame,” Rollfoot stood over the body of his brother, “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you...” “Time is passing, Rollfoot,” Rushstar spoke to her deputy, “I’m afraid age is catching up to both of us.” “We don’t need to worry!” Rollfoot insisted, “there’s plenty of moons left in me!” “Yes, maybe,” Rushstar sighed, “but I do not. It will be time for me to move to StarClan soon.” “I know you will be ready for it, Rollfoot.” “I hail you by your new name, Rollstar,” Talonflame’s amber eyes shone with pride as the StarClan cat as he named his brother, “Your old life is no more. You have now received the nine lives of a leader, and StarClan grants you the guardianship of RiverClan. Defend it well; care for young and old; honor your ancestors and the traditions of the warrior code; live each life with pride and dignity.” “Hey, Goldduck,” Rollstar approached his brother, their fur still soft and sleek from kithood, “do you remember when we were kits?”
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