Unheathly {Currently being Edited}

Unheathly {Currently being Edited}

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"Bad News isn't Wine, It doesn't improve with Age." ~ Colin Powell "A few moons ago, she had come to him with something. A large problem, something he could not shake from his mind. She had met up with him one day. It seemed normal until he really looked at her. "Jasper!" She called. He had turned around, splashing her with water from a puddle and smiling. He made an effort to be flirty with her. He didn't love her, but he did like flirting in any situation. Then the words hit him, odd words. Things that would make him think twice about his life. "I'm having kits!" She mewed, "You'll come with me to Windclan right?"
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| this is for an rp, so the timing of how things went is different from the series itself; however SPOILERS may show up so read at your own discretion. | Lion's face was suddenly smashed into the wall. Everything went silent. Scarlett had snapped. She'd managed to get ahold of Lion's scruff, rolling onto her paws, coincidentally spinning Lion around her and then slammed her forward into the wall. Lion jolted back with a gasp, eyes swelling with pain as she stumbled over herself, a paw rubbing at her face. Scarlett stood with her head raised now, glaring at her, watching as blood dribbled from her nose. Narrowing her eyes as her pupils turned to slits, she lifted her chin and tilted her head. "Who's next?" BloodClan has just been formed. The cat to be known as a dictatorial tyrant lies in wait for the perfect opportunity. While this goes on, one of the first BloodClan kits is born with a fate she could've never predicted for herself or the clan she calls home. But just how did she get there?

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