SO um... My laptop broke. Sorrry. ON the bright side, I'm planning a new fanfiction, so prepare to see that in a couple months.
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Reviews:
Ivystorm: Well, you weren't wrong... (sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry)
Musicat: To be honest, I didn't know either. Probably got it from getting a caffeine high with bubble tea.
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Disclaimer: This indolent author is too lethargic to properly manage his time wisely.
Chapter 26: River's Rapids
June 6th, West Berlin, 1957
Bluefur's POV:
Today was the Gathering, so that meant that I had to leave without any traces. Fortunately, I knew a guy. Or Girl, in this case.
"Whiteye, I'm going the bathroom." I told her the code word that meant for me to go to the base.
"Oh no no. You are helping today." Whiteye pulled me back into the room.
This was new.
"This is important." I told her.
"You have been running away to the MI-6 base so much. You have to do something at the orphanage once in a while." Whiteye pulled me with her.
"Finnne." I sighed.
As I followed Whiteye, I saw Fuzzypelt.
"Hey, I'm going." He waved.
"Okay.", Whiteye waved, "Have fun."
"What?!" I exclaimed.
"Well, He helps me with chores from time to time. He deserves it."
"I do?"
"Quiet."
"But he-"
"You're coming with me." Whiteye lead me away.
"Really?"
Whiteye pulled me into a room full of young children. Second grade if I had to guess. I suddenly realized what was going on.
"No." I looked at Whiteye.
"Yes." She handed me a lanyard. "Class, This is my assistant, Bluefur. She will be helping us today."
"Hello Bluefur." The class unenthusiastically groaned.
"Hi class." I mimicked them, gaining a slap from Whiteye.
"That hurt."
"I would think so."
"Meanie."
"Ignore her, let's get started with arithmetic." Whiteye handed gave me some papers.
As she began passing out papers, I looked through the questions.
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66 - 6
42 - 0
6 + 9
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I asked Whiteye, "How old are they?"
"Around eight." Whiteye responded, "Why?"
"Are you sure?" I asked, looking at the problem.
Whiteye sighed, "Bluefur, not everyone is gifted. Help pass them out."
"But they do harder problems." I complained.
"Bluefur…"
"Who failed to teach them basic arithmetic already?"
Whiteye face reddened.
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Oh. Fox-dung.
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"You know what? Just go."
"Okay?" I walked out.
I heard the class mutter slanderously as I left the room.
Well I messed up.
I walked towards the "bookstore", but the lights were not on.
Did they leave already?
A quick check lead me to believe so. Even the boy that's normally in the corner strangly disappeared.
What should I do?
I can't go back to the orphanage, that's for sure.
The bookstore is out of the question, too.
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I just realized how pathetic my life was.
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I guess I'll just walk around. It's not like I have anything better to do.
"Hey, do you want to help feed the Shadowclanners? Anybody want to volunteer?" A small boy yelled across the street.
As he yelled and waved a flyer, the people on the street guiltily avoided contact with him.
I was about to do the same when he came to me.
"Miss? Hello?" He asked.
Mousedung. I'm screwed
"Do you want to help the poor? Please?" The boy hugged my hand.
I winced. DONT LOOK IN HIS EYES DONT LOOK IN HIS EYES DONT LOOK IN HIS EYES DONT LOOK IN HIS EYES DONT LOOK IN HIS EYES
"Please, Big sister?"
[And I'm screwed]
"Fine." I turned towards him, and he gave me the cutest smile.
Whiteye, This is all your fault.
I sat down in a plastic chair at a small "court" surrounded by high risers, where I had been told to gather.
"So, You guys all decided to help us. We are going to help the Shadow (Soviet) area." A older man said.
All around me were adults who reflected the less affluent section of society. I was the only child here.
[Give me the huggable child or I riot]
"We will distribute the bread to the people only. Do not give it to the Government, they'll just take it for themselves. Got it?", The elder man asked.
Grumbled agreements echoed on the buildings around us.
"The bread is over here, let's start distributing." The man ordered, picking up a box.
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I feel like I was baited with the old switcheroo.
Thrushpelt's POV:
Somewhere in a bar.
"AND NOW, THE ANNUAL BRITISH-AMERICAN RAP BATTLE!" Fuzzypelt yelled.
Your subject's anti-labor,
Can you have a Union Jack?
A fallen first rate Empire
Ya'll need a ballsack.
You're army's mess up just like your teeth,
Bow down to real democracy
Step down, Soooon, Cause we'll b**ch slap Westminster
Get back cause, like London, I'm on fire.
We lead the crusade through the crude states,
It's free liberty paid by the head ingrates
Your whole state, is dead mate.
Good luck with your state,
You're nation's at H**l's gate.
The Riverclanner bowed, "Whip out a napkin, 'Cuz you just got served."
Bluefur's POV:
The man who had been leading us stopped at the border, and sat down. Others soon followed.
"Why are we doing this?" I asked the woman on my left as I sat down.
"Because we will have to wait for others before we can properly attend to the shadowclanners."
"Okay." I sighed.
I was seriously contemplating going back to the orphanage.
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I wonder what the others were doing. It's probably something cool like sabotaging Shadowclan.
Remember 1812, when we kicked your butt, you buffoon?
You are so pathetic even Canada can beat you.
The White House turned completely black in all but the president,
"All men aren't created equal." with your white precedent.
Your McCarthy Party,
Is worse than the Commies.
Come at us with nukes
'Fore you die from Diabetes
Americans aren't always right.
The CIA's your oil pipe
Lose the hype, and gain some sight,
Hiroshima's what you look like.
If you can think you'll beat me, then you're clearly insane,
"You just turned from the Star Spangled Banner to the Star Spanked Banner." Goosefeather dropped his mike.
The Riverclanner snorted, "Oh really? Well then…"
Bluefur's POV:
It was exactly 13 minutes and 32 seconds after I sat down until a group of people appeared.
"Finally." I grumbled as I stood up.
The group were Riverclanners.
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It could be worse.
"Hello! Have I seen you before?" A girl with a sunny smile asked.
She has. I testified to her for Crookedjaw's trial. She will probably remember me if I said that. But that might not be the best thing to do...
"Don't bother Bluefur." Another more mature girl sighed. Besides their height, the girls were exactly identical.
"You know her?" The smaller one asked.
"You don't?" The older retorted.
"Why would I?" The younger one asked.
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"Because I testified at the trial." I joined the conversation.
"Divorce or Domestic Violence?"
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[Is law this messed up? Perhaps I should be an attorney.]
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"Both." I responded.
"I'm sorry I'm going to need more information."
"She was in Crookedjaw's trial." The taller one flicked her head.
"Ohhhh, That's Her..." She inspected me.
"Idiot." The older one muttered.
"Sorry." The younger sighed, "Do you remember me?"
"Obviously, Graypool." I looked at her. "You were a key essential in winning the trial."
The older snickered. "Yeah, Graypool. You truly are the best in the family. You are so ama-"
"Oh shut your face hole." The younger pouted, "Don't you remember me, Willowbreeze?"
"Um…" I blanked.
"You were playing games in the corner while I extracted the testimony." Graypool rolled her eyes.
"Oh."
"It may also be the fact that I am more memorable sister."
"Right." Willowbreeze sighed.
"So, anyways, How much older is Graypool?" I asked, picking up a crate of food.
"She isn't." Willowbreeze announced proudly, "I'm older by 17 minuets!"
"She's shorter by 17 inches." Graypool whispered to me.
"You're twins?!" I dropped my box.
"Be CAREFUL!" The instructor yelled.
"Sorry!" I yelled back.
"Don't we look like twins?" Graypool asked. She pulled down her hood, and they practically looked the same.
"Well why is Willowbreeze so … small?" I asked, bent down to pick up the box.
"Larger regions are the result of FAT! Flat is Justice!" She preached.
"I think she means height, but she is completely right in that other affair, too." Graypool blew a bubble.
"SHE WAS STARING AT MY BREASTS!"
"I was picking up a box."
"Can you stare at something that's not even there?"
"Eat Fox-dung, meanie." Willowbreeze hit her sister.
Willowbreeze's POV:
"Humanitarian aid! Over here!" I yelled. There was almost no point in it, because as soon as they saw us, they came over and took the food as fast as they could.
Bluefur had a woozy look on her face. Something tells me she had never seen a pile of sweaty and scrawny middle aged men fight over a moldy piece of bread that was dropped on the dirty concrete road.
"I'm going to the bathroom." Bluefur clamped her mouth.
"I'll go with you." Graypool said, "Man the fort, please."
"Fine." I poured, still angry about the previous statements about my size.
"And never go with anyone to anywhere, okay?" Graypool lectured me.
"Allllllllright." I rolled my eyes. How old does she think I am?
After a couple of people took "their" food, a man walked up to me.
"Miss, I had a sick mother, can you give me two portions?" He asked.
"I don't think I can do that." I apologized.
"Well can you come with me?" He asked.
"Um…" I guess that would be fine. But I'm not allowed to go...
"Thank you." The guy took my hand
"But I never agr-"
He pulled me quickly to an alleyway. It occurred to me that this I was probably going to get robbed.
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Well this is horrid.
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"You can let go of my hand, now." I said.
"Listen." He got out a pair of hand cuffs. "You have no clue what a sorry state we shadowclanners are in."
"Okay?" I tried to pull his hands off mine.
"I'm going to let you go after this, but you have to stay here." He threw me back.
"What are you going to do?!" I questioned.
"We are going to take all the food, of course." He locked me to a pipe.
"But that's for all the shadowclanners!" I kicked him.
"Listen." He got out a knife. "You think everyone has a moral standard, but we have nothing to eat. Bread is too expensive, and we are forced to dig through garbage cans to get out meals, while you lot throw away leftovers! These aid missions are nothing but a show to feign compassion. If you really cared about us, stop wasting everything you have!"
"I'm sorry!" I spat, "If you didn't waste all your money on alcohol, perhaps you could get somewhere in life!"
He put the blade to my throat, "Is that all you think of the poor?"
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"..."
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The man dropped on the floor in front of me. I looked behind him, and for a second, it seemed that there was a figure with a red cape. I blinked again but she was gone.
"Willowbreeze!" I heard Graypool shout as she found me handcuffed to a pole.
"Hello, Graypool." I waved with my foot, "Could you untie this?"
"20 bucks and headphones."
"No deal."
"19 bucks and headphones."
"5 bucks."
"18 bucks and headphones."
"10 bucks."
"I'll untie you." Bluefur sighed as she came across our negations.
"You should have charged her." Graypool put on her hood.
Bluefur's POV:
"Please if there's anything I can do for you, I'll gladly do it." She stretched.
Pay me was on the tip of my tongue.
"What happened?" I sat down next to her.
"Why can't life be fair?" She dropped down next to the pole.
[No comment]
"I mean, why didn't you get robbed?"
"I was defending the stand from some greedy people, and then I baked some bread for the other people."
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"How come you are so perfect?" She sighed. "You sound like a mary sue."
"I'm nowhere near perfect." I consoled her.
[Come on, praise me more]
"No you are." She began to cry again, "You are attractive, strong, and smart. No one could compare to you."
[Hubris is my middle name]
"Even the fact that you helped me for free is a testament to your character." She stared at her feet. "I would have defiantly charged you a hundred if I found you tied up."
[I would too... In fact, Why did I not ask for money!? FOX-DUNG, I would have been able to afford so much stuff!]
"Is there anything I can do for you?" I asked.
"I just want to relate to someone. But that is too far out of reach. It's impossible to find someone who is as flat as me." Willowbreeze sighed.
"What if there is?"
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"Then I'll meet up with them, but that's not going to…. Bluefur?"
I grinned devilishly.
*Rosetail didn't speak to Bluefur for a week
I'm getting too creative with the names aren't I...
Although I have not been doing much, I will post next Tuesday. (Unless my LA teacher decides to yeet on me.)
See you next week!