THE FADING FLAMES
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"I'll go get her." Blotch said, letting Emerald walk over to her mother as he disappeared into the brush. Taking it as a sign that they were "released", Flame took the chance to sneak up on her sister, and pounce on her tail.
"Ouch!" Emerald shrieked, her evil glare turning into a smirk as she rounded on her sister. The two kits rolled around, almost barreling into their mother before she could separate them.
"Calm down!" Sting hissed, making the kits sit on each side of her. "No matter how much I dislike being here, I will not have my kits acting like complete fools the first time out of the den!"
The words hushed the kits as they silently looked at their paws, unsure of what to say. Only moments later Sting's harsh voice softened. "You just need to be polite." She told them, as Flame scratched her ear. The kit followed her mother's dark gaze to where Blotch had gone.
"I don't trust her. I might not even trust Blotch. He doesn't need to be involved with her. We're doing just fine by ourselves." Leaning down, Sting's voice lowered to a whisper. "Be careful with her, kits. I don't know what lies she could tell, but you never know. You never know when a cat will trick you into thinking they're someone they're not."
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