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Post by {.dancer.} on Nov 24, 2008 11:15:13 GMT -6
A pair of she-cats were sitting by the foot of a tree. They were an unusual pair, because the easily annoyed Fawnflower usually had no patience for Appletears. However, today they sat side by side, in conversation.
"I don't get it, Fawnflower. I just don't get what you're saying." It was Appletears speaking, and shaking her head as she did so.
"I suppose it's a medicine cat thing, then," Fawnflower growled irritably. "I have this... feeling that something important will happen... soon. Call it instinct."
Appletears smirked. "Actually, I call it "what if"."
The former medicine cat glared at Appletears. "You pert little... I ought to slice your nose for that. What on earth is 'what if' about it?"
Shrugging, Appletears replied, "I guess that it just seems like someone saying in leaf-fall, 'What if there is no prey? We'll all starve!' Don't worry over what hasn't happened." She stood, and padded away, flicking Fawnflower on the shoulder as she passed.
Fawnflower shook her head, and sighed. "But how can I not worry about it?"
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