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When I wake up, I see my two kits playing.

It's been two moons.

I love them. But I still can't tell anyone, and I have to act like a soulless cat to them.

I don't know if they know I'm faking.

I've had a few thoughts about leaving the Clan, but they would follow my tracks.

Or maybe- I could cover myself with garlic and they wouldn't know..

It's a far-fetched idea. I wouldn't leave in mid-leaf-fall anyways.

I curl my tail around my back legs and try to go to sleep.

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