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I am so. sorry.
School is like jail; I'm not kidding ;-;
I cracked my opened to the first rays of dawn. To my right, Grayfur was there. He had shaken me awake. When I asked why, he just shook his head.
"Come with me. It's about that meeting with Deadstar." he scowls as he says it. "He's ready to deal with you. Follow me."
"Um... sure" is my reply and I follow him over to another den. I hear the noise of loud coughing and double back, bumping into Grayfur.
"I don't know if I want to go in," I said, my voice wary.
"Don't be such a furball," he replied, rolling his eyes. "Deadstar won't hurt you. He's a very kind leader."
I was about to say something, when a scratchy voice echoed from inside the den. "Enter."
We looked at each other for one second, before he nudged me forward. I padded in nervously.
"H-hello?... I'm Silverpelt, and I'm new? You wanted to see me?" I babbled nervously.
Deadstar coughed, some green stuff dripping from his nose. So that's how greencough got it's name, I realized suddenly.
I get a sudden burst of courage, and I aimlessly walk up straight to him. "Deadstar, speak to me," I said in a somewhat commanding voice. "What is it?"
He looks at me like I grew wings. I can't blame him. "You," he growled. I shuddered, but I stood on my- his- whatever- ground.
"What are you doing on Shadow territory?" he snarled. "Shame and misery you put me through! It's embarrassing-" he emphasises embarrassing, "-enough that we found you. We had to drag you along? You- you were never part of this. Never. If you were, I exile you. You will never step a paw here unless I declare so."
Something flares up in me. I'm shuddering more, uncontrollbly shuddering. My pelt prickles. I feel myself heating up. I realize it's- rage.
Such a strange feeling.
I roar. I mean, literally. I will tell you later in it was embarrassing. Very.
"I'm exiled! You dare to do such a thing to me?" I shrieked, and Grayfur looked at me quite... concerned. Maybe for my mental stability. I would be too.
"You... you're not the leader everyone's been absolutely raving about," I seethe, and suddenly, words just tumbled out, half of them I don't even know, let alone understand. "At those... those ceremonies? Gatherings, was it? You were so frightened up there! Scared! And you took on your duty as leader, despite your fears! But it appears those rumors are wrong. I have not shamed you- no one has. You have shamed yourself. You took me in. You could have left me there, when..." I paused painfully, as my head was pounding with sharp, brilliant pain. "... um, when I passed out! But noooooooooo, you couldn't bear it, so you made sure I was safe, took me to your clan. And what can I say? I'm a full-on member now! Eat me! What are you gonna do about it if I choose to stay and serve the Clan?! Isn't that beneficial?"
After my little rant, like the total drama-cat I am told I was, I stormed out very dramatically. Grayfur followed me silently.
The first thing I did was head straight for the nearest bush and throw up.
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I was- am- still fuming mad.
It has been a long time since I felt a strong emotion, so I relish it, feed it.
Grayfur tried to convince me. "Silverpelt, Deadstar, he, you know- he's stressed. Especially with his greencough."
"Is that a reason or an excuse?" I snapped back.
He's quiet again. Figures.
Tomorrow, he says quietly, is the announcement. Not just any.
The announcement. The one that decides if I'm allowed to stay.
I have a good feeling I'm going to pass after my little chitchat with Deadstar.
I also have a horrible feeling I'm going to face some consequences later on.
Sorry it's super short!
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Bai guys!