I think the reason I'm soo late is because of the copy and paste emoticons... Might lay off on them for a while...

Muzic (2):

1.) You know me too well...

2.) I'm trying to give Bluefur some relatabiliy. In the Book (Bluefur's Prophecy) She was a bit edgy.

Ivystorm: Shhhh... Yup, But I have to make her relateable somehow.

Disclaimer: I would not own warriors.

(get rekd)

Continued

Chapter 14: Embalmed conflict

Bluefur's POV

"Fuzzypelt!?" Snowfur bursted out water from her mouth.

"Hello! Guys, this is Fuzzypelt, Fuzz-" Whiteye began.

"We know who he is." I told Whiteye. "He goes to our school."

"Ah! That's interesting." She smiled.

Fuzzypelt spoke back in a softer voice. "Hi?"

"I did not know that you lived here!" Snowfur exclaimed a bit too loud for my preference. "How do you get to school everyday?"

"I walk there." Fuzzypelt responded.

"Really? But that's-"

"A thirty-minute walk."

That makes a lot of sense, actually. Fuzzypelt has always been late to school. Thistleclaw always teased him about it.

( Oo) [What I'm surprised about is that Fuzzypelt had managed to keep this a secret for so long]

"Who were your parents?"

"Ummm.." Fuzzypelt scratched his head.

"You're not supposed to ask those questions." I told Snowfur.

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I heard Snowfur mumble, "And you … Rosetail."

"Oh, you know Rosetail too?" Whiteye asked.

"Yes, why?"

"Becau-"

Whiteye never got to finish her sentence, as Fuzzypelt decided to slap her.

"What was that for!?" Whiteye questioned.

Fuzzypelt just gave her a murderous look.

After a stare down between Whiteye and Fuzzypelt, Whiteye sat down and began eating her food. Fuzzypelt sat soon after, and we all ate in awkward silence, and avoided each other for the rest of the day.

Just as I was going to sleep, I thought,

[I wonder why Fuzzypelt got so defensive]

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Of course I know that Fuzzypelt likes Rosetail. I'm not dumb, okay?

Crookedjaw's POV:

Ever since Bluefur beat the crap out of my brother, things had gotten a little… Crazy.

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Originally, I thought that Rainflower was just going to let it go in a week in her miniscule head, but she kept the grudge. Oakheart broke his arm when Bluefur's father threw him at Rainflower. Then, a few days, a man in a suit walked into the building, pushing Rainflower, who was in a wheelchair.

Rainflower cackled, "Enjoy US court."

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Oh Mouse-Dung.

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There are two reasons I hate court:

One of which is that my face just gains pity, but no empathy. They just feel sorry for me. I actually have a whole box of random Knick Knacks that I've gotten when I visited any public place.

The second reason I hated court was due to Anti-German. Basically, We lived in West Berlin, which was supposed to be governed by the German courts. However, our entire family are spies, and since the Marshall plan was basically what kept West Germany alive, they are inclined to suck up to the US. So, we will be tried under US law, which means we will be tried by a US jury.

The problem is that I can't speak English, but my brother can. He'll seem more American, so that would put me at a natural disadvantage.

Back to Stereotyping, there is a whole lot paranoia about Nazis, so if you mention anything about sharing, or have a distant cousin's roommate's dog's vet's Neighbour's origin country be in Hamburg, you would be considered a Nazi, and you would basically lose the case, Which means you have to be really careful of what you say, and what information you give out.

That was a few months ago. But a few weeks after we had been informed about court, we met our lawyer.

My dad brought me into an office in downtown Berlin. There he introduced me to Fallowtail, our lawyer. Also, she was Willowbreeze's mother. I think the only reason that we went there was because this was the only lawyer he knew.

"Oh… Hello. Do I know you?" She asked, cautiously.

"Yes, I'm the deformed kid in the same class as your daughters." I spoke, staring up at her.

Out of courtesy, I reached into my backpack, and put one of those surgeon masks on my face. A short look of relief in her eyes told me she was now comfortable again.

"So... Your parents are going through a civil court case. Do you know how American law works?"

"Somewhat. It's crooked and broken, but 'good enough' for justice." I responded.

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[He's too honest] (- - )

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"Great. What I need from you is an Alibi." She pulled a piece of paper.

"What is an Alibi?" I asked.

"When your on the stand, My mother will ask you for some information about something you would know personally which will help her case. That is an alibi." Graypool responded, blowing bubblegum as she loused on the couch.

"Graypool, what are you doing here!?" Willowbreeze's mother asked her.

Graypool put down her magazine of sports, "I was bored, and Willowbreeze got the sudoku page in the news, so I figured I would just sit in your office."

Willowbreeze's mother whispered something to Graypool, and Graypool nodded.

"Follow me." Graypool commanded as she walked out the door and down the stairs. She hummed as she slid down the stair rails.

I followed her downstairs and through a confusing series of lefts and rights to end up in some sort of coffee shop.

She sat down in a fluffed chairs, and motioned me to sit on the one oppisite of hers.

"You know what, this might not be the best idea." Graypool said, switching seats with the one facing sideways to me. There was no actual seat right in front of me, as the fireplace was there, so this was the closest we could get to face each other.

"Anyways, I want to let you know that this is going to be okay, and you have nothing to fear." She said, as if it was rehearsed.

"Got it." I said. [It would be more sincere if you didn't blow a bubble in my face]

"Great. Also, did you actually break your mom's spine!?" She whispered excitedly. I saw stars in her eyes.

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"Kinda... I mean, Rainflower deserved it."

"Why?"

For the next ten minutes, I explained my situation, which was onslaughted by constant comments and questions.

"Well, that's not completely justified, but I could see it we could turn it into a child neglect/abuse thing." she muttered, after hearing my story. She then laid down on the couch and popped another piece of gum in her mouth.

[She's too Tomboyish to seem any bit professional] (- - )

I thought just to leave Graypool thinking about the predicament we were in, and I pick up a newspaper.

NEW SOVIET RULER RELEASES POLITICAL PRISONERS FROM THE GULAG WORK CAMPS POSSIBLE END TO THE COLD WAR?

After the death of Clawin, the Soviets had been ruled by Malenclaw's (Malenkov) cabinet. After a few days of Malenclaw's government, Malenclaw resigned, and left Khrushchew (Khrushchev I'm sorry, but this is the best I could do.) as the de-facto leader of the Soviet Union, and Khrushchew was formally elected First Secretary in September. After a couple of power plays, which took out many influential leaders, including former First Secretary Malenclaw, Khrushchew began turning on Clawin's policies. Just recently, he released political prisoners from the Gulag, which caused some outrage in late Clawin's supporters. Upon hearing…

The paper began rambling about how Khrushchew began defunking the cult of personality of Clawin, and how it could lead to an end to the cold war. It was immensely boring, so I flipped through the paper in search of the missing comics.

I looked around to see if I had accidentally dropped the page. I saw Graypool solving a crossword puzzle, humming gaudily. It dawned on me that on the back side of the word puzzles, there were the comic sections.

{٩ಠಠ} [What is an eight letter word for a sneaky comic stealer?]

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After a few seconds of boredom, I thought I might as well start a conversation.

"I want to ask you something, and want you to answer completely honestly." I said, taking Graypool out of her own world.

"Yes?" she said, looking up.

"Do you think we have a chance?" I asked.

She stared right at me. She didn't even pop a bubble. A moment passed by.

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"...Barely." She said.

Well that helps…