i won't let you murder it

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[bg=6d6d6d][atrb=border,0,true][cs=7] Why was she here? She didn't know. What was the point in living anymore? She didn't know. Was her clan looking for her? She didn't know. Had... Had Padpaw gotten over her? She hoped not. Being stuck inside this twoleg box was pure torture. She was a wildcat, born free, free as a bird that floats across the gentle summer's breeze, free as the leaf that dances upon the floor, free as the water that runs it's path, free as the clouds that wafted across the sky. She couldn't stand it here, cooped up with those... kittypets. As much as they said they weren't, they bloody well were. Any cat that took food from a twoleg was a kittypet. Okay, so she was taking food, but... Just look at her; her leg is stuck in a tight white bone, she's got no tail, she's got light pink, newly healed scars streaking across her body... She's a mess, plain and simple. She could barely walk, let alone hunt her own meals to sustain herself. The she-cat had no other choice but to accept the food, or, she would die. Yellow orbs drifted their way up from the floor to the window, where a pigeon sat rather comfortably. Mythpaw hissed as it turned to look at her, then promptly flew away. "Dumbass birds." she growled, clawing at the stupid kittypet bed she was confined to. She'd grown fat on the food the twoleg got her, but she hoped that was because she wasn't moving much... Right? She hoped so. In her mind, the moments kept replaying.. The way Hopepaw acted towards her and what she'd said, the way she'd torn up her paw and the way she'd stormed off with tears in her eyes, the way she didn't notice the foxes until it was too late, the way she fought but lost, the way the two foxes fell dead beside her, the way the twoleg picked her up, the way Padpaw... "Oh! Padpaw!" she wailed, standing up and hobbling towards the window. She couldn't get up, so she just sat, rather sadly, staring up at the window. Why couldn't she be out there with her friends, running free and being wild and hunting with Cloudeye or messing about with Padpaw or, or, or listening to the elders as she cleaned them out or the way she'd sit and enjoy a meal with her clan. In her frustration, the she-cat tore at that stupid collar around her neck, squirming and scratching at it to free herself. She was so upset and so angry and she felt like her heart was going to burst. "Oh, Padpaw... I love you damnit..." she cursed quietly, lying down in frustration. Mythpaw sighed; being a kittypet sucked.

[Sublimeluver]

Mist padded up to Mythpaw. "Hi there." she meowed. "What's wrong?" she asked her voice gentle with sympathy. She hated it here just as much as Mythpaw did. She wanted to leave this dreadful place and go out and explore the world...maybe meet a clan cat....

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[is Mist one of the ratters of the farm? They have a good life if you're wondering ]

Mythpaw turned to Mist. "I wanna go home." she mumbled. "But look at the state of me; a collar, this... this thing, no tail, scars... what are they going to think of me?" said Mythpaw, looking at the floor angrily. "I miss Padpaw... I miss Revolutionstar. I miss Cloudeye. Heck, I even miss my mum!" she whined loudly, looking over with sad yellow eyes. "But I can't go back... Not like this, not with these kittypet things." she muttered. "The whole of FireClan would laugh at me."

[Sublimeluver]

(No she's a house cat who wants to become a clan cat)

Mist gazed at Mythpaw sadly she shook her midnight black fur before saying anything. "Do you want me to help you get home?" she asked gently. Who's Padpaw, Revolutionstar, and Cloudeye? She wondered in a puzzled manner....and what's a Fireclan? I wonder if they need a fire extinguisher. She thought. "Fireclan wouldn't laugh at you...If anything they would praise you for being ok and coming back to them." she meowed. "I wish i had cats that cared about me....I can help you get your collar off and if you want we can bust outta this place!" she meowed bravery flashing in her light blue eyes.

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[atrb=background,http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii286/Shiny_Pikachu/New%20WV%20Tables/Mythpaw2.png,true] Mythpaw smiled when Mist asked if she wanted help getting home. "I don't think it's possible at the moment," she mewed quietly, staring at her leg. "I don't know what the cutter did to me, but he didn't cut me so that I wasn't a she-cat anymore... I think maybe he's going to take this off... when that happens, we can go." she mused quietly. It was horrible being stuck in this house, but she had warmth and food and shelter; much more than her clan was probably getting. "Hmph," said Mythpaw when Mist said they'd praise her. "There are too many cats there who don't even like me... I don't know why; I've always obeyed the leader and tried to be good. There's this one cat called Hopepaw who basically hates all of the she-cats, but it seems like she hates me most..." Mythpaw's voice trailed off into nothingness and she swallowed, stifling a sob that was threatening to emerge from her throat, "Nobody really cares about me there... My mother doesn't; we haven't spoken since my apprentice ceremony. Only really Padpaw, Revolutionstar and Cloudeye care... Maybe Featherdance too... I don't know." her eyes turned to look outside again. She sighed lightly, and flicked her tail. "I wonder why StarClan is punishing me like this." she said quietly.

[Sublimeluver]

Mist gazed into Mythpaw's eyes. "Maybe all of those cats are just jealous of you and maybe they treat you like that because they'll never be like you?" she suggested calmly. "Their are many diseases out there, but jealousy is the worst." she meowed with a smile of encouragement.

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[atrb=background,http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii286/Shiny_Pikachu/New%20WV%20Tables/Mythpaw2.png,true] "Maybe, maybe." she meowed. Perhaps they were jealous of her, but jealous of what exactly? Yes, she had probably the brightest eyes of the clan, but look at her now; covered in pink scars, no tail, and her paw... It would be a while until she was a warrior, at least. And, not to forget, she'd probably have a limp for the rest of her life. "I won't be a warrior for a while. Our medicine cat will tell me to get rest. And then Revolutionstar will order me to take it easy and not train, or I could upset my foot." she scowled at the cast. Mythpaw flinched as the door opened and the twoleg came in with two bowls of food. "Hey, puss." he said with a smile, placing the bowls down beside her. "I see you've brought a friend in." he looked down at Mist. "Well, you just make sure you get home before your owners get worried." he said to the other cat. His large hand stroked the top of Mythpaw's head. "Kirk and Bones are busy now, but I'll make sure they come soon to see you." he looked at her for a moment, as if in thought, then he stood up and walked back out the door he came through. Mythpaw sighed, "I could probably stay here. It's going to be leafbare soon, and there will be whitecough, greencough and blackcough spreading through our clan..." she mumbled. "I wonder if the twoleg has catmint... I could take it with me when I go back."

[Sublimeluver]

Mist smiled at her. "I'll be here for you every step of the way." she meowed. At the word of catmint she thought hard. "I belive they do have catmint." she meowed. "I've seen sort of small adult cats come and take some they were nice but alert...i think they were of your clan...one cat smelled like you." she meowed

[*~Blazeheart~*]

The dark gray tom sauntered over to the pair, a rat hanging limply from his jaws. He gave an unceromonious grunt of greeting to Mythpaw, dropping the prey at Mythpaw's feet.
"Here,"he said curtly to the young she-cat.
"You'd probably like this better than the food our Twoleg gives,"he growled.
Kirk glanced over to the other she-cat, eyebrows cocked up in a speculative glance.
"You're that kittypet that lives nearby right? Mist is it?"he mewed.

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[atrb=background,http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii286/Shiny_Pikachu/New%20WV%20Tables/Mythpaw2.png,true] Mythpaw smiled. "Maybe when I leave you can come with me. I'm sure Revolutionstar will let you join our clan. He's one of the nicest leaders. Our territory is full of trees and forests. It's really tranquil, and you've not lived until," she paused as Kirk entered with the rat. She curled her lip at it as he said she might like it better. "Rats carry disease. Last time someone in my clan ate a rat a lot of cats got sick and a few of the kits died, including my brother," she sighed, thinking about her brother. It hurt her; they had been the best of friends until he died that night. Her mother hadn't even let her see her brother; Mythpaw remembered that night clearly. Mythkit woke up, feeling cold. Her mother wasn't beside her. She stood up and stretched her little kit body out, padding outside. She looked around and saw her mother's tail leave the camp. Mythkit wasn't allowed out of camp, but she dashed to the entrance and watched her mother disappear into the darkness. She sat patiently for an hour until her mother returned. "Where did you go mommy?" her little voice piped up as her mother padded back in. "To bury your brother." "Why did you want to bury him, mommy? He was fine when we were playing this morning..." Mythkit wondered. "He died." her mother said bluntly. Little Mythkit stopped in her tracks as her mother reentered the nursery. She stood in the light rain that was falling, staring after her mother. "He... died?" Mythpaw had barely believed her mother that night. She hadn't even been allowed to say goodbye. She harrumphed. "As I was saying earlier, you've not lived until you've tasted blackbird or sparrow or even a mouse. They're the best things you could eat!" she smiled broadly, feeling her stomach rumble. Nervously, she took a few morsels of the twoleg food, watching Kirk. "And don't worry, I'm not going to be on your tail like a flea for much longer. As soon as this... this... this thing is off, I'm going straight back to FireClan."

[Sublimeluver]

Mist nodded at Kirk. "Yes...I was a....loner?" she meowed uncertainly. "I used to live on my own until one day my two brothers Venom and Fang became....Rogues?" she meowed once again uncertain. "So I was left to wander alone....i caught food for myself and everything...now i barely have any reccolection of it..." she gazed at Mythpaw. "Are you sure he would? You don't think he'd look at me as a bother?"