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Originally Posted by Angelique
Daisypaw couldn't stand being stuck in camp. It reminded her too much of Leopardbite. It had been a long time since she'd seen her in the dark forest. The apprentice was bitter and angry and if she saw her again she'd rip her fur out even if she were dead or not.
Maybe some time alone outaide wouod do her some good. Maybe she could take her anger out on a bush or a rabbit or something. She wanted to tear something apart. Maybe then she'd be in a good mood or not. She never was in a good mood she had her dead adopted mother to blame.
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Sharpkit was padding across the clearing, thinking.