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{dewstream[.]riverclan[.]warrior}
unzip my body and take my heart out
'cuz I need a beat to carry this tune

Cold. She was so cold. The tabby she-cat sat by the edge of the stream with rain washing down her coarse fur and flank, washing away with it her happiness and delight. She had been so young; what had happened to her golden years? The tabby shook as the rainwater mixed with her tears that were streaming down her muzzle down to her paddits that stuck firmly to the orifice below her. What had she done to deserve this?

It had only been a moon-one moon-- ago since Grayfur had left her. For Cloudystar. How could she forget his harsh words about how it was all fake. How could he simply crush her with a few sentances, backed up with a large amount of lies and tricks. Her spirit was everything but together, and she felt age run threw her bodice and down threw the earth below her.

Dewstream flicked her tail. Why was she crying over something that could never be fixed. He had never loved her, and she hated him for lying. Why was she crying? She didn't care. She opened her kissers and let out a sigh, followed by a light whine. She had had so much fun. But she could with any other tom also. Screw Grayfur. She would find a new mate.

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