Her ginger pelt shone watching the kits and I thought, maybe one day we could have some of our own. Untill that kittypet came everything was fine but that's when I realized he was her aim. We always played together mossball or tag and do it everyday in bright or stormy weather But now I have my own mate and many kits too we still have more them though it seems like eighty-two Now I am an elder with many seasons of rest and here, with me sleeping quietly is the one I love best.
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