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Smallfoot dare not open her eyes, only to see the coldness of the light of the new day to shine upon her, dancing into the shadows that she longed to be part of. But, she did anyways, and regretted it. Opening her eyes meant the start to a new day, and a new day meant more cats to talk to, just another day. The thought made her want to close her eyes once more, and curl up in solitude. Opening one orbs again, she forced the other open, and shuddered, rolling onto her belly.

Her eyes now slightly adjusted to the mornings rays, she began to groom her tiny body, her paws working on the ground. This alone time was time that she enjoyed. After this, when she walked into the camp, the she-cat was on her toes all day, waiting to be called upon for a patrol, or a hunting party. This was the one time, apart from in her sleep, where she wouldn't be bothered by other cats. Her ears pricked, as she listened for any activity out in the center of camp, but it seemed quiet, apart from the quiet thrum of one cats footsteps crossing into another den, she supposed. She still had a few moments left of her alone time.

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|:: Large black paws weakly made his way back to the camp. Black fur was matted and tangled, and looked brown instead of black, with tufts missing. What once used to be bright green eyes, were now dull and lifeless. His long tail slid along the ground, filled with burrs and stickers. He looked like a cat, but he smelled like a.. like crowfood. He was unreconizable, to the biggest extent. He moved into the clan, his clan.. It was his clan anyway.. Now, its ruled by who knows. Weak, in his own way, hungry and dull, he colapsed under his own weight.

|:: The black sadness of what used to be Shadowclan's leader layed sprawled across the dirt like a pathetic rag. His body lay like a carpet on the floor like a two leg would have. Blackstar needed help. A lot of help. He was starving, his fur was hanging him down, and nobody knew him anymore. Would somebody spare him? Fur was missing out of his flank and sides, and his ribs portruded from his sides as he breathed. His hip's portruded from his flank, and his tail didn't even twitch like it used to when he was tired.

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She saw a cat enter the camp, but not just any cat, it was a cat that looked somehow familiar, but in a way, completely unfamiliar. Instincts would have told this cat to growl, snarl, raise her fur alone the edge of her spine, but she seemed to be taken over to this cat, who looked like it needed help. The eyes. The bright green eyes against the, well, against what used to be a black pelt, which was now coated in brown, and missing clumps of fur, allowed this she-cat to see who this was. This was one of the senior warriors of ShadowClan. Blackstar.

Where he had been, she did not know. Why she bothered to go and see him, she did not know, but for a small while, Smallfoot stood there, dumbfounded by the site, before opening her mouth, only to close it once more. The sleek pelt that once had ruled over the mass of the warriors body was knotted, matted, and muddied in every way possible. His stocky build was now lithe and skinny, and Smallfoot just didn't know what to do, nor what to say.

'What to do, what to do,' Smallfoot thought to herself, in a small panic stricken state. 'Say something, anything, you mousbrain!' It took every ounce of courage that was welled up inside this she-cat to open her mouth and say, "Blackstar, are you - do you - do you need help?" he asked. 'He does!' she thought to herself angrily. "I meant - Are you injured, do you need the assistance of Darksoul?" She meowed quietly, fear thick in her voice.

She never liked talking to cats, hated it, still fearing the one time she may get on another warriors nerves, and they would strike at her about her size. It always caused discomfort, especially being this close to another cat. She sighed, and looked helplessly around the camp, wondering if Darksoul was even in the camp right now, or out and about gathering herbs.

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|:: Sad, pathetic, a waste of cat actually. His breathing was shallow, barely rising his chest, but it was a rapid breath that could easily be noted as hyperventalating. He was a scary scene. His head barely turned in responce to the felines cry. He felt like a helpless kit, and in truth, probably was even more helpless than a kit. What once could have stood a large cat in the center of the clan, layed a wasted away pile of fur. Blackstar opened his mouth and weezed, letting out a small squeak, puffing up a little bit of dust off the cold earth. Blackstar knew Darksoul well, and the buddies would have a good get together any other day, and Dardsoul has had to take care of Blackstar pleanty of other times with old injuries and old battles. Blackstar knew that Darksoul would recognize him at once, and everyone would know. Even Miragesoul.. Oh Miragesoul, the love of his life, but then he left. He left for reasons reason could not explain and he dare not enter Miragesoul's heart again, for fear of breaking it.. Again.

|:: A heave of breath escaped Blackstar's open maw and he pushed himself off the cold icy floor, but crashed back down when his paw's couldn't hold his body mass. The pathetic brownish cat lay there, breathing quickly and rapidly, not letting oxygen get to his brain. His breathing became a wheeze, and his heartrate deteriorated. He really needed help. A gentle paw started pushing small round globs of poppy seeds into his mouth, and he inhaled them easily, letting the drowsieness take over, and the blood red paw of his friend came into his vision. Darksoul would save Blackstar, his friend, a long lost friend, now found, by the security and love of his clan.


XxX. The stench of sickness and weakness and fear crept into the medicine cat's den. Darksoul rolled his eyes, it was another cat whom was sick eh? But the scent was familiar in a sense, with a twang of disgust. He squeezed himself out of the small hole that led to his den, and back out, and looked at the she-cat whom looked petrified. Darksoul shook his head, then looked past here. There he was, a slop of fur on the ground, disgusting, and crow-food looking. He went back into his den quickly, sliding in on his belly-fur. He grabbed for a leaf and placed six poppy seeds on it, then delecatly, he folded the little leaf and took it in his mouth. He scrambled out of the den and walked over to this cat.

XxX. Examining eyes looked the cat over, the fur was matted and tangled, with tufts missing. His tail was full of burrs and even a cactii thorn. Wow. Crowfood wasn't even the right word for this lump of fur. Too nice. Darksoul sniffed the limp body, listening to his breathing, and saw his mouth slightly open. He opened the little leaf up and shoved the poppy seeds inside the tom-cats mouth. His red paw making sure that none of the little rounds fell out. Darksoul took one last sniff and his green eyes opened wide. Blackstar? He whispered.. Darksoul couldn't believe it. A pitiful smile came across his face and he grabbed the scruff of the fallen leader, and started dragging him into his den. Crap, what would Miragesoul say? Should he hide the evidence that he was here? Yes yes, he shall..

XxX. He dragged the tom into his den, and put him in a soft bed, then clambered back out with mousebile in his mouth. Disgusting stuff. He put it down at the she-cats feet and looked up to her, with authority in his eyes. Smallfoot, I want you to spread the mousebile over all of this tom's scent. Do it, or you will be the first to face teeth and claws of a very unhappy feline. He sounded sencere enough. He turned his back on the smaller feline and slipped back into the den where his long lost friend was now in the paws of Starclan.

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Lightheart padded purposely through the pine forests near the ShadowClan camp, returning from an early hunt with a finch clamped firmly by the wing in his jaws. Birds were Lightheart's favorite prey by far; they tasted great, and their feathers made a great lining for his nest, among other things.

Lightheart's scheming mind began to buzz as he walked towards camp, figuring out how he was going to put this bird's feathers to good use. Miragesoul sounded like she needed a good prank pulled on her. Darksoul and Nightfeather also seemed like they ought to be taken down a notch. Of course, he wouldn't put it past Darksoul to slip him some super-bitter herb, and Nightfeather had Hardsoul in her corner... so it would have to be Miragesoul.

I'm going to need some tree sap, and moss. Fluffy, fluffy moss, Lightheart thought as he pushed past the barrier into the camp. But the moment he stepped into camp, he experienced something that immediately took his mind off of feathers and moss. "Ugh! What is that smell?" Lightheart groaned, dropping the finch where he stood and making exaggerated motions of disgust.

There was Smallfoot, standing in front of the medicine den and looking like she'd been slapped by a branch. Lightheart hurried to drop his catch on the fresh-kill pile and then padded over to Smallfoot, putting his paw over his nose to mask the reek of mouse bile. "Hey Smallfoot, whatcha you doing with that? I hope you're not digging for ticks," said Lightheart.

Pawing at his nose made Lightheart suddenly overbalance, tripping comically over his own paws and landing on the ball of mouse bile. He jumped back up as though he'd been electrified, backing towards the medicine den. "Ugh, yech! Now it's all in my fur! It's going to take an age to- huh?" He sniffed again, catching a sour smell that was even worse than mouse bile. "Hey, Smallfoot, is Darksoul eating crow-food in there? I always thought he was strange, but not that strange."

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Her nose twitched, the smell was terrible. How could a medicine cat do this? She couldn't scent anything over the overwhelming scent of the mousebile, so she was genuinely surprised when she heard the voice of Lightrose. She jumped, and her eyes by instinct went back on her head, her eyes wide, almost fearful, but her hues were showing a sense of guarding in then, confusion and surprise.

Her breathing kept at a slow even pace, but her heart was beating wildly. Sometimes she wished she had just been a natural-born clan cat, so she could feel wanted. She felt like no one. Technically, she was as much as any cat of the clan, for she had been so young, but the loner in her refused to move to the back of her mind. The reminder of her past was still thick in her memories, and she was angered that it wouldn't go.

Hey Smallfoot, whatcha you doing with that? I hope you're not digging for ticks.

"I'd hope I'm not digging for ticks either, and 'that crow-food,'" she paused, looking up, "over there, that you seem to smell is Blackstar," she meowed, smirking. "So I wouldn't go around shouting the the camp that the medicine cat is eating crow-food, because Darksoul is just treating Blackstar. Although, mind you, I have no idea what went on. I was sent to get mousebile, and here I am," she explained, flicking her tail nervously.

Smallfoot was still extremely cautious around others, she knew she'd get used to clan life, but she didn't know why she was always feeling so out of place, so different. She wasn't clan-born, sure, but...still. She was accepted, but she didn't fee; that way, and it confused her greatly, which is why she strayed away from others, and was skittish when she heard cats talking to her. Her small paws kneaded the ground, and her whiskers twitched.

She tried to imagine what Blackfoot would say to Lightheart, if he had heard her. It was bound to be slightly amusing, because hearing it herself made her want to laugh. Her small moment of happiness was easily snapped back into the real life, when the wind shifted, and she groaned, the scent of Blackstar wafting through her nostrils. That scent, and the scent of mousebile, were not a pleasant combination, and it made her roll her eyes. "Earth to myself, I gotta go and help Darksoul, maybe I can get a few words about what happened, but it's highly unlikely," she mumbled, the mousbile making her mouth taste like nothing she had ever experienced.

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XxX. Darksoul slithered out of his den like a snake sliding out of his hole. He came up to see Smallfoot standing dumbfounded and Lightheart covered in mousebile. A growl rose deep in his throat. Yes Lightheart I'm eating Crow-food. Believe that, think that. NO! Do not say anything to Miragesoul. The two were in love. Okay? He left, without a word. I don't know why I'm treating him, while I'm angry with him. But, anyway's He's here. Just say i'm treating a lone cat. Neither rouge nore kittypet. His large body stood out like a sore leg amung the two cats. He spat at the ground and grabbed the mouse bile with his claws, hooking it, and spreading it all over the ground, and then over the entrance to the den. If you want something done right, just do it yourself. His harsh words just flew from his mouth in a rambling slow way. He snorted at the two cats. and then with last words said, Say a word to anybody about who this cat is, I will rip your wiskers on your face and put them somewhere that they aren't supposed to be. His words were harsh, but true. He would do that.

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