Me Messing with Warriors
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This is basically Erin Hunter's Cat's reaction to me and my friends being weird
*don't judge, I got this idea at 2 in the morning, it sounded funny and I'm VERY random
P.S.In this I go by Kitkat ( I will take requests if anyone wants my to be a scenario)
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