Grim: Hello! And welcome to the newest story!

Broken: I am so sorry everyone!

Grim: Yeah... me too... well, enjoy!

Broken: Wait wait wait wait wait!

Grim: What!

Broken: Don't you gotta put up the info?

Grim: How about at the end? Will that make you happy?

Broken: … Fine.

Grim: Yay! Enjoy the story everyone!

Grim's body ached. Her arms, legs, and face still had cuts and bruises. She slowly made her way out of bed, her cuts still trying to heal. She had about twelve hours sleep, the hunters knocking the strength out of her the previous day. She made her way to the bathroom, seeing her same old face. Red fur, red eyes with a scar over the right eye, black Egyptian marking at the almost bottom of her eyes, and a gold almost earring that wrapped around the top of her ear. The cuts were too deep for her powers to fix in half a day. She looked closely, seeing the smallest tendrils trying to repair her wounds. She then looked at her eyes. They were a bit paler, making her sigh deeply.

Hearing the sound of Broken's door creaking open, and him cursing at how loud it was, the Fireline knew she had to hide her pain. She shook her head. This shouldn't be possible. The infected weren't supposed to feel emotions or pain! She should be fine! Taking some freezing water under her gloved paws, she hurled the water at her face, the clear liquid seeping into her cuts, and helping the smallest tendrils. She gave another sigh, before yanking open the old door, and walking out after turning off the lights, making her way down the stairs.

"Morning sis!" Broken greeted, smiling at his older sibling.

"Morning little brother," she replied weakly, yet making sure the younger Kit didn't notice. How would he react if he knew his infected sister, that wasn't supposed to feel anything, was injured and probably helpless. Sure, she still had her powers, but the cuts were healing much slower than before.

"That was really nice of you to save the town," Broken started, as he placed a live lobster near the Fireline, turning around to allow her to consume the creature in peace. "I didn't think you'd do that for everyone. Especially since they call you a beast, and a monster."

"I only saved the ones I wanted too," Grim explained, sighing a bit at how the lobster didn't even help her growling stomach. "Everyone who survived was lucky. It doesn't mean I won't stop consuming."

"I understand," he sighed, putting his head down. "But most of this town is grateful that you risked your life just to make sure we weren't all slaughtered more horrible than you would've probably made it."

"Broken," she started, standing up. "I care only for you, the once members of NightClan, Cub, and my friends. Everyone else, I have no concern of."

"I know, bu-"

Broken never got to finish what he was going to say, for Grim had already left after putting her emerald and gold bracelet on her tail. The Kit sighed, as he floated to the table with his plate of food. He wished his sister would've stayed longer, just so she could hear what he had to say.

Once Broken was done with his breakfast, he went upstairs, taking out a paint brush with gold and beautiful blue stripes on it. He admired the paint brush, thinking of painting his sister fully. She still had her red fur, yet she had the eye markings, and the jewelery. Yet, he thought she should've been having that dusty fur, along with the rest of the clothing.

"Or..." Broken took out another paint brush, the handle and paint on it both being jet black.

"She could use being shadow for her missions, and hiding when she wants to attack someone." he whispered to himself. He thought for a moment. Even though Grim's birthday was long over, he still hadn't gotten her a present. And after making a deal with the raccoon twins, he was able to get every paint brush, rare and beautiful. After painting the Fireline a color, she had used one of the ghost paint brushes to make him a ghost, yet it was only a little.

The Kit shook hit head, and put both paint brushes back. He then hid the box he stashed the paint brushes in. He left his room after that, making sure to lock his door and window.

Grim made her way towards Sniffles' house, remembering how he had informed her that he had something to cure her aches and pains.

"Grimclaw!" a tiny voice came. The Fireline look behind her, only seeing the little red kitten with her old shirt that she had given to him.

"Hey, Bravekit," she spoke, faking a smile for him to see.

"It'll be BravePAW soon!" he told her, a smile on his face.

"Once you're twelve moons, correct?" She knelt down, allowing the boy to give her a hug, fighting back her tendrils that wanted to consume the young, innocent, happy soul.

"Yep! And that'll be in a few days!" he replied excitedly, jumping up and down. Grim chuckled. She always acted as nice as she could in front of children, hoping that they would grow up to not hate her like everyone else.

"I thought you still had to be in the clan to rank up," she said, tilting her head.

"But... the clan is here! Everyone except our leader..." he whispered. The Fireline sighed.

"I understand you're heartbroken about her," she started, placing a paw on his shoulder. "But she had too. If not, no one would've made it to Happy Tree Town!"

"I know, Grimclaw," he said, giving her a small smile. Grim tilted her head.

"Please, don't call me 'Grimclaw' here. We're not in the clan anymore. Just call me Grim!" she told him.

"Okay!" he replied, giving her one last hug, before running off. The girl stood up, and started making her way once more, before someone else stopped her.

"Hey, Grim! Do you need anymore dock?" Bluepelt asked, running up to the other cat, making sure her black scarf didn't catch on anything. Grim just shook her head.

"The amount from last night was good enough, thanks. My tendrils can handle the rest, and I think Sniffles has something that'll help!" she explained.

"Ah! Okay! Also, Royalstar wanted to see you about something. She didn't tell me what." she told the other female, who nodded.

"Alright. Thanks. See ya later." she said, waving goodbye to the light blue cat with white paws.

After a few minutes of walking, Grim knocked on Sniffles' door, waiting for the anteater to answer. Soon, the door opened, allowing in the girl.

"You got that stuff you were talking about?" Grim asked, once she caught sight of the "genius".

"Of course!" he replied, pulling out a navy blue liquid that was sealed tightly in a syringe. The Fireline took the chemical and injected it. She watched as her cuts healed quickly. She smiled, and handed the syringe back to the male, who took it.

"What's that you're working on?" Grim asked, peaking at the newest invention Sniffles was working on. The anteater smiled. He never saw the Fireline this interested in anything he was working on... except that portal that allowed her to leave Happy Tee Town for a few days. After a moment of silence, Grim got an idea.

"This doesn't lead to Manhattan again, does it?" she asked, glaring at the boy.

"Not at all!" he replied, stepping aside. To Grim, it sure looked like a portal.

"Then... what is it?" she asked, gently placing her hand on the... cold metal? She didn't know hot from cold anymore. She wished a little that she could feel once more, but no one could help.

"It is a portal, but it doesn't lead to Manhattan," Sniffles started, grabbing his blueprints. "It will allow any tree friend who wants to, into almost any world they want."

"I don't follow," Grim replied, trying to look at the blueprints Sniffles held in his hands.

"Well... lets say you wanted to go back to your home world. All you would have to do is type in 'Rumble World', step through the portal, and you're there!" he explained. The Fireline nodded, now understanding. Perhaps this would be the one invention that would actually work.

"So... any flaws?" she asked, admiring the portal once more. He shook his head proudly.

"Nope! And if everything is in its correct place, which it is, the machine should work perfectly!" he told her. Grim started to smile, but it soon disappeared once she realized that if it didn't work like Sniffles had promised, she might be putting her little brother in danger. What if that thing killed everyone in town? Grim knew it wouldn't harm her, yet she didn't know what she would do if she lost that younger Kit.

"I've lost a brother, and two sisters, Sniffles. I need to know, FOR A FACT, that this is 100% safe, and that it won't kill my last family member that I know of," she hissed, grabbing the male's throat.

"It... won't... harm Broken," he squeaked out, making the girl drop him. "If anything goes wrong, no one should suffer. And if so, they should still be in the boundaries!"

"You promise?" she asked, looking at him with hope filled eyes. He nodded his head, as he walked over to the machine and got ready.

"Now, go gather everyone in town. Please hurry. I can't wait to show them this!" he spoke, smiling at the Fireline, who ran out once she heard his request.

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Grim: And that's all we'll need for your OC if you wanna submit one!

Broken: Hopefully you guys like this story!

*BANG*

Grim: Was that a gunshot?

Broken: Maybe... could be a firework...

Grim: IT'S FUCKING AUGUST! THE FORTH OF JULY IS LONG OVER!

Broken: Well... people don't give a fuck.

Grim: Whatever!

Broken: BYE GUYS!

Grim: PEACE!