"No Blizzardpaw! Swing your hind legs around, and then explode upwards, balance is everything!" Acornfur sighed, "Lets try something different. watch me and BlackFeather." Blackfeather shifted, arrogent furball she murmered under her breath, glaring at the tom, he reared on his hindpaws, towering over Acornfur, she was cowering beneath him, what was she doing? The brown she cat swung a paw snagging the toms hindlegs from beneath him, he seemed speechless, she leapt on his back pinning him to the ground triumphantly.
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Broken
RandomPain. That is all Blizzardheart knows ever since she was a kit, brokenness and destruction, every moment shows who she really is, a mother, a killer, a broken lover, alone.
