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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/ebony2-1.png] purrpurrpurr| |winkwinkwink The marsh dirty water splashed around her. Her black pelt already drawing a soaked look. It was bad enough that she was growing tired of the hunger. But she was always ready to do whatever it was for her clan. Her Clan that she would do anything for, die, breath, hunt, kill, safe from destruction. She would do it, if only to hold her clan close for moments longer then death. Even in the afterlife she would pound on her Clan mate's head telling them everything she heard. It was her damn loyalty that made her do this. With a final mighty leap, she ended up in the Frostclan river. The cold water tugging at her fur she pushed forward, her father, her real father, had taught her to swim. 'Better to know the enemy, dear.' She fought the current and then, then did she notice her paws touched soil. Parting her jaws in a silent yowl of happiness, she was ready to go on. Sure there was a few mice around here, and as she softly padded through the reeds she heard the soft pats of mouse feet.'you are mine, mouse.'

[/color] Then she pounced, killing the round fat mouse in seconds flat.

She dropped the mouse. Her ears picking up the sound in the distance. But the hunger roared in her stomach. She was hungry. Her clan could wait, just a few moments. Dropping down she stalked forward and killed the next mouse she saw. It was thinner then the other and so, she bent down as rested her jaws on it. 'the clan needs this.' Letting the saliva fall from her jaws she drew back and growled. "Go away!" Her hiss was below her breath, her eyes dratting around for her father's misty spirit to appear and kill her. But she fought the urge to kill anything else. That was when she heard it. The sound of paw steps. Yowling in anger, she bent down and snatched the two mice and with her jaws filled of mouse tails, she raced to wards the river. She leap into it, soaring in the air for a second, until she came to a crash landing. With her head under water, she fought to resurface. What if it was her brother? What if she had nothing to worry about? Finally she reached the surface and drew in a small breath through her nose before going under. When she resurfaced again, she opened her jaws, letting the two mice go with the flow.

She took a deep breath before she was tugged under water again. Fear was gripping her when she saw a blur. Was it starclan already? Closing her eyes, she wished it all away.

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Lionfang
You've Just Met Your Match.
Honey, I'm Trouble From Head To Toe
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The ground was cool; the leaves had turned color and rustled in the breeze that traveled through the tree branches. I lifted my nose to that breeze, drawing in drag after drag of the scents that played there. It was a warmer day, but the bite of winter wasn’t far behind. A shiver raced acrossed my spine. I hated the cold, wet seasons. Sure, I didn’t mind jumping into the river now and again, but no one like winter. My fluff coated tail lashed from side to side for a moment. My temper cooled though and I continued one my way. I wasn’t really out here to hunt. I was patrolling, making sure that no one that shouldn’t be here, was kept out. My limbs picked up to a trot, head low and body ready for just about anything. I drew in quick breath after quick breath, trying to keep each scent cataloged in my mind. That was about the time I realized that one of these scents was off. We had an outsider in our territory. I snarled the sound a low rumble in my throat as I shot forward with a quick burst of speed. Muscles bunched and curled under my coat. They would regret this.

Thump, thump, thump. The beat of my paws against the ground echoed the thrum of my heart in my chest. I would not let this feline get away with this. I shoved through bushes, fallen leaves and several other things. I didn’t care that I was sending prey flying to the wind. Teeth bared as I took a sharp turn, nearly running into a tree with the harshness of the turn. I knew that the enemy had heard me when they sounded off their fury at being found. Well, they weren’t about to out swim someone like me. I spent much of my time in the water. Now, they were going to get caught and dragged before my leader. I saw the lithe, dark shape of a cat lunching themselves into the icy water. I stopped at the shore, waiting to see where they came up. That’s when I notice they were struggling. No matter if they were the enemy. I jumped in after them and swam with all the power I had in me. I could not. . . No, I would not let them drown. Death ruined water and it was just wrong not to help a cat in need.

With power full strides, I pushed toward them. Shoving my weight into it, I reached the feline and grabbed their scruff. No matter if they hated me for this or not, I was helping them. I kicked for the shore, four legs working as hard as they could. I wasn’t used to this kind of weight, but I had to keep reminding myself that it was just like dragging a fish through the water with you. Soft, wet ground came up under my paws and I was walking, no longer swimming, but still dragging this cat along. I dropped them down on the ground, but kept a paw pressed on them. That was about the moment I realized that it was a she-cat. Surprise washed my features, but it was quick to disappear as I shoved those emotions away. They were back on my land now. I had to show them that trespassing was not going to be tolerated here. No matter if they were a she-cat. Females were fools to think they could be considered equals with males.

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/ebony2-1.png] purrpurrpurr| |winkwinkwink I thought that was it. I could throw in my life for my Clan. I just laid there limp and closed my mind off. But then, the sweet smell of air hit my nose and I gasped. The water coughed out of mouth and I blinked my eyes open. There it was, Frostclan territory. So Starclan wanted to play a terrible faith. Did they even care?! 'Like they ever did.' A inner voice of my past spoke. I could just picture myself as an apprentice speaking now. Then I caught sight of the cat not far from me. I was about to thank my brother, when I noticed that this cat... this cat was not my brother. Despite my protesting limbs, I leap away and growled. No, I wasn't just saved by this, this Frostclan warrior. It was pretty sad that the tom had no idea my name. I was a fierce warrior, labeled by the Clan of course. But now, as I stood on enemy Clan land, I knew I was NOT going down! So snarling, drawing my lip up so show off my fangs, I bent down and growled a warning. "Let me go," I began, my eyes fluttering from the long fluffy brown tall, to the brown face and piecing blue eyes. I would of mistaken him as a handsome fool, if he had just let me go. I braced my self, and tried to pinpoint his weakest spot. 'Everyone has a weak spot Ebonypaw. Just like i have my spin and you have your chest.'

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I grinned. My father had at least did some good! He had taught me to fight to the death for what I believed in. Marshclan. That was when, I blinked my eyes, and looked up at the male cat. My softer female voice spoke, with such fake innocences, it hurt. "You'll regret saving me, filthy Frostclan warrior." I spat, glaring at the tom with the purest of hate. I didn't, I wouldn't be distracted. I wanted him to make the first move. Then, at the very list, if I did fail, not saying I was gonna, and was dragged back to his camp.

Well, let's say I could lie straight to the leader's face. 'Oh dear Icestar, it wasn't my fault, I beg you! I was just walking along the river, patrolling when I lost my footing. When your brave warrior saved me, dragging me to your side, I was about to leave when he attacked me. I called him filth then. No warrior should be attacked for not being harmful. Perfect.'[/color] Going through my words in my mind twice more, I flicked my ears and I knew me smirk grew brighter then before. My snarl left my face for a moment as I began to move away from the tom, to wards the river.

"Come on, attack me. Or don't you think you can't handle a she-cat, hmm?." I hissed. I wanted him to fight me. Wish him to, even! My eyes must of been begging for the fight, cause my claws came out, unusually long and curved to the point. They would leave a mark if I willed it. With my teeth bared again, I couldn't help but will the fight on. My inner world was running from the strange thing standing between me and my reflection. Ice perhaps? But I shook it off, and bent down low. Waiting for him to fight. He HAD to make the first move for my plan to work.

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/lion2.png] Well, we had a fighter on our hands. I could feel the struggle she put up as I lobbed her onto the land. I wasn’t that easy to throw off and her scent was all over this place, even before I’d brought water into the mix. I wasn’t about to get into a fight with her. Hell, I’d just go back to my clan, tell my leader and we’d have more patrols over in this area. I shook my coat out; wishing that it didn’t cling so after it was wet. Keeping a sharp, blue eye on her, I began to wash myself. It was obvious that I took some pride in my coat, but I just wanted it dry now. The bitter cold of the wind was biting down to my skin and this female was only fowling up my mood even more. I’d learned a long time ago that most females weren’t as strong as males and this one was no different. So long as I kept an eye on her, she wouldn’t get the best of me. No female had, not even when I was an apprentice. The only time it had even seemed like one got the best of me was when I let my mentor beat me. Or so I liked to tell myself. The moment she got the change she ducked away and began snarling at me. Well, she was an unattractive chicky. I sighed and paused in my licking to gaze at her with annoyed sapphire pools. “Really, female. A little gratitude it in order.” The words came out in a deep baritone drawl as though I’d listened to these sorts of actions more than once. My still wet tail came around my paws and flicked from side to side lightly, stirring up the dirt and causing every little thing to cling to it. “At least I’m not a female trying to be a warrior.” My words were tart and sour in my mouth. I was sure she wouldn’t like my saying that, but I really could have cared less. She was playing with a tom that was soaked to the bone and wished only to dry off and curl up in my bed, but a wish wasn’t going to get me there. Dealing with her might get me there sooner. One never knew what life had planned for them. She was ridiculous. I could have sat on her just to shut her up. It looked to me I had a whole good bit of height on this female so it would be easy to deal with her. Then again, I was being a bit cocky. I raised a quizzical feline eyebrow at her and rolled those baby blues. “Really? You think I’m stupid?” That deep, honey sweet voice echoed in the silence between us, “I’m not going to fight you. Why, I could make you comply without using brute force. I’m not a filthy. . .Rouge.” The word was spit sharply, as if I couldn’t stand the idea of a rouge being anywhere near me. I would take one out without a single thought. My tail lashed in disgust and annoyance before I stood and shook out my long furred body. “It would really be easier if you just chose to come with me, but if you didn’t I would just tell my leader to send more patrols over here. It doesn’t really matter to me, just keeps your kind out.” I stifled a yawn and flicked those sound catching ears this way and that.

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/ebony2-1.png] purrpurrpurr| |winkwinkwink That stupid Frostclan warrior said, WHAT! I knew my eyes must of went wide with both anger and surprise. How dare he, how dare HE! I felt my legs go on their own accord as his words hit me straight to the core. That stupid little warrior. I felt my fur begin to rise, showing my anger at his comments. "Really, I never knew!" I faked a gasp of surprise as I narrowed my eyes and gave a push my buttons again, I'll kill you grin. "Cause I think you're just a male trying to be a warrior. Seeing as you've gone kitty-pet soft." I FORCED myself to settle my fur and muscles, it was clear I had to force myself. I KNEW I was smaller then this stupid, small-minded tom, but I could easily get him with a few moves my father had taught me before he died at my paws. With the help of my uncle but who cared. Did Littleclaw REALLY live with this, this idiot! 'Welll, duh.'

[/color] I thought as I rolled my eyes in anger. This stupid tom was really inking me off. Then he had to go and ruin my fun. Loser. He even had the nerve to call me a rogue. WAIT. "Rogue! ROGUE! You stupid warrior of Frostclan. I can place your face, but your name is more in likely so horrible that I can't remember it."[/color] I drug my claws into the ground. HE really wanted me to follow him and go to Icestar. OH I would love that! So I just calmed myself, my temper was always my worst trait. Growling under my breath, I kinda guessed my eyes were ablaze with anger. Battle, Fighting, WAR! My only time to let my emotions control me and I knew I was near unstoppable. My heart was beating wildly in my chest as I strolled closer to the taller male. My scent had no fear, only hate laced in it's scent.

"You know who you speaking to?" My fur felt like burning, turning to fire so just getting closer to the rude, stupid tom. As I forced my paws to wards him my nose wrinkled in disguise. "Marshclan warrior, Ebonyheart."[/color] Despite my young age age of twenty-nine moons I felt like I had to rip this tom's ear off. Then it hit me. His earlier words. To show some gratitude. Well, it was MY fault I was a Marshclan warrior and not part of Frostclan when they wet their furs daily. I felt like spitting that bit of information out, when I watched him yawn. Was he really that relaxed. Two could play at that game. Sitting down, I began to lick my self dry. Roughly settling my fur the wrong way. It was a trick a few cats I knew, well, knew how to do. My pale amber eyes looked over the brown faced tom. I hate to admit this, but despite my hate for his personality. I liked the blue in his eyes. Reminded me of my mom's eyes.

So I parted my jaws and let the icy breeze touch my wet black pelt. It was quite odd how Starclan had made my savior someone who believed us females were a lower life form. Just cause we had smaller bodies, and maybe because most of them liked peace or maybe it was because in the end, a she-cat had to have kits to have her own blood pass on. Leaving her all to her loneliness. Why! I turned my burning glaze into one of question before smirking. "If I'm just a female, then why don't you let me go. I'm observably not a threat to you, oh great warrior."[/color] I forced it out in a ever so sweet, tone. I would have to work hard. I had lost TWO mice! Two! Starclan hated me! Starclan worked in weird ways and then I bent my head, my pale amber eyes still on the sea-point tom-cat. Roughly drying my chest fur, I wanted, so badly to through him on the ground and give him a scratch right across his face.

I felt my smirk grow on my smile, how dark it felt against my black pelt. Against my pure black pelt. Well, other then that white mark on the side of my nose. 'I never knew a warrior to not attack a she-cat, for just being a she-cat.'[/color] I knew there was a point to his female bashing. Some were rather emotional, like myself in battle. I could picture a daughter who ran away from homing facing her family she had ran away from. My muscles screamed for me to run, and I climbed to my paws. Even now, I was smaller then him, and that was when I felt threaten. I hated the silence. Made me feel like I was being watched from the skies. I could picture my mother looking at me with worried eyes, telling me to run, to chance the river. Then I could feel the darker side screaming at me to attack my... my savior. Listen to my mother's once wise words? Or listen to my father's once dark schemes? I was lost. So I parted my jaws and spoke one last time to him. It was kind of a thrown out there question.

"Why didn't you let me drown? You feel so strongly that way about females."[/color] I spat out the word strongly, but otherwise it was stated in a curious tone. Then, I realized I had fallen into a path I swore off moons ago. A path that ran through my veins each day A chance at looking through the ice screen that blocked me from my eyes. I must of looked a little dazed to this tom before me, but my inner world was just staring at the ice wall as I tried to see the path beyond it. I had fought with it for ages. Cause I knew two paths laid behind me. One was bright sunny and the other was Deep, dark in depth. But as I whirled around in the misty mind of my own. I wanted to yowl, then I shook my head, pushing the wall from me and growling at the tom before me. Sure I might of sounded nicer then normal, but my muscles were now stiff with anger and my eyes flashed again.

"I'm on your territory attack me already!"[/color] Then I leaped at him, teeth bared and claws out.

one..zero..eighty..three
..lionfang.. ..sean kingson- letting go..
..sorry i kinda went over board!..

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/lion2.png] Well, we had a feisty one on our hands. I chuckled low under my breath. Nothing she could say would aggravate me. Something would eventually would, but I was trying to keep calm. How I hated females and how they always thought that they could handle a tom when more than likely they would take her out as soon as she got ready to strike. I yawned, glancing away from her, “You’re sarcasm bores me, female.” The words were drawn out, as though I really was bored with this whole ordeal. That was all this was an ordeal where I had to suffer through and insufferable she-cat. I rose, stretching and shaking my body from side to side. “Really now? Well, think what you like, I could care less.” That wasn’t really true and I was just saying what came to mind, but it was better than saying something that would get us into a huge brawl. I wasn’t a brawler and it seemed to me that this female was and if that was what it all came down to, then I would fight and I would beat her. She, however, would be making the first move. I wasn’t about to have all of this pinned on me. Exasperation colored my features as I rolled those sapphire eyes and glared at her. “Why do females always do that? I wasn’t CALLING you a rouge. I was saying I’m not going to fight you like SOME filthy rouge. Sure, you came onto MY clan’s land, but so long as you don’t take anything, I don’t have to hand your rump to you.” That honey sweet voice, lowered to a dark ash tone, threatening that SHOULD she take anything, such as pray, I would hurt her and send her crying to her own clan. I was trying to be nice and well, she was making that a hard thing to do. I wasn’t nice to anyone normally, but I didn’t like getting into things for no reason. Which, this counted as no reason. She’d lost whatever she’d caught when she’d taken a dive in the river, so she had nothing so long as I watched her. With luck if she decided to take my advice and just leave, then we were all good. If she didn’t, well, I didn’t plan on killing her. Wasting a life just seemed wrong. So, I would continue to try and get her to see reason. It seemed she was going to continue to be angry with her own misunderstanding so I had my own bit to say. Saying my name was horrible only pissed me off so, I had hers now she would have mine. “I doubt my name is that horrible, Ebonyheart. I’m Lionfang. You know where I come from.” There was a mocking tone in my voice. As if I couldn’t figure out that she came from Marshclan, their putrid scent was all over her. Taking in a deep breath, I shoved it away and tried to act like I wasn’t that angry or furious at how she was acting. There was no reason for this. Lashing my tail from side to side, I leveled a look on her, trying to get her to see reason was almost impossible. That was how it felt anyways. We needed to stop acting like squabbling kits and get on with our lives. That was what I had to say to all this. My jaw clutched and unclenched. This was a hard one. A very hard one. I could feel my mind losing its restraining grip on my temper. Her words caused my temper to snap and blue fire flared in my eyes. “FEMALE! You are pushing it and I am not one to be pushed for long.” There was a snarl to my words and a deadly glare in my eyes. I wasn’t scared to take her out. She was pulling on a string that was growing thin and taunt. It was sure to snap in a matter of moments. Why did she keep hitting on that note? That note that I hated females. Yes, I did. I often admitted it to myself, but I didn’t want anyone else to know that about me, unless it was my clan. Why couldn’t she just accept that it was the fact that I didn’t like other clan cats? WHY? This was always my luck in things. I snarled low in my throat and shifted a step forward, but that was all I moved. Just that slight step could be considered a threat and I didn’t want her to think of it as a threat in the least. I just wanted to chase her off, get her out of here so I could go about my life. She’d confused me with all the things she’d said. Listening to what she said, I paused to think about it and well, I just took too long and she jumped at me leaped and I didn’t even try to block it. She knocked my backwards and onto my back. I just laid there, though, looking to the side and not putting up so much as a fight. I should have. She was probably going to kill me, but I had to say what I felt needed saying. “I don’t waste lives. You may have been on my clans land, but you lost whatever pray you’d caught and I just couldn’t watch you drown. I couldn’t watch you die like that, even if I didn’t know who you were.” I gulped down the lump in my throat and turn the full force of my blue optics onto her. There was no fear there. She could go ahead and kill me; I’d have no regrets as to the way it happened. I’d been saving her and well, she was the one who would have been killing someone who had done so much just to keep her alive. I didn’t have to do something to know that I had no regrets in my life.

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/ebony2-1.png] purrpurrpurr| |winkwinkwink He tried to counter me and I just wanted to laugh. But I knew my silence would piss him off. Then he said I shouldn't push him and I raised an eye with a grin. But then, I had leap at him. I was going to laugh in happiness that I had pinned him. I grinned and lowered my teeth to wards his neck. He wasn't fighting, my ears were singing kill, but my heart was beating no. Then he turned his head and his voice trailed over me and I wanted to kill him right there and then. "I don't waste lives. You may have been on my clans land, but you lost whatever prey you'd caught and I just couldn't watch you drown. I couldn't watch you die like that, even if I didn't know who you were." I would of just laughed that off if he hadn't turn his blue eyes to me. I lifted my head, staring at his eyes, confused. WHY wasn't he scared! I didn't move, but I had to look into his eyes. I was overwhelmed by his fearless expression. It was like he expected to die. I-i so badly wanted to just to flop down and whimper to myself. Even if it meant having the big fearless cat as a bed. I wanted to scream, I wanted to kick him and cry. I just didn't want to be near him, but I refused to move. It was true, I had lost two mice, two mice that would of feed kits in my clan. Now, now I was stuck talking to a enemy clan cat. What was I going to do. I had attacked him first, there went my excuse. I couldn't leave him dead, my scent would be all over his body. That was when I noticed how I still hadn't move more spoke. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Lowering my head, my nose touching the bigger tom's chest. I wanted to kill him, so badly, just for judging the whole female nation. But me, the inner me, the one I held locked behind the ice, was yowling at me to let him go. I crawled off him, my tail dragging over him as I sat next to him, he was still on his back. "Get up." I had no right ordering him, but-but it was the only thing I had left. I turned away from his and began to pace. My anger was still there, just on low. "You're such an idiot! But then again that guilt trick did work on me. Say, teach me it."

[/color] I wanted to learn how to really guilt cats into letting me go. I would love to turn on them after wards. It could be useful on the other clans. I did have a playful side to me. But seeing as I wanted to lighten the mood. I paced back to him, and smirked. "You should teach me how to swim, I have to cross that river again. My dad, Ebonyfang never taught me right." I said, and then my voice, which had been light in the beginning, turned grave when I spoke my dad's name.

I didn't notice, but I did shiver at his name. My eyes were wide, but I only noticed one thing. I was so alike to him, that even our names were not far off. I so badly wanted to rip his head off. But then again, Ebonyfang was dead. Tilting my head to the side I could help it. I actually smiled at the tom. His name sounded different to me on my lips. "What ya say Lionfang? Please!"[/color] I was NEVER this nice to anyone, but my family, and that was only Littlestorm and Tinyclaw. I waited. My tail waving. I loved to learn knew skills. The excitement was in my twenty-nine years, I had never been great at swimming. That was when I smiled brightly and moved forward, looking at him with such excitement it held an ounce of truth. I always wanted to learn. "Please!"[/color] I meowed, blinking my eyes sadly.

six..nine..zero
..lionfang..
..awww, she's so cute when she's mad :]..

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/lion2.png] My words had stopped her and I was surprised. I expected her to kill me. Half hoped she would only so that I didn’t have to go back to my clan and looked shame faced that I’d allowed, literally allowed her to knock me to the ground. I could handle this though. I would deal with the fact that I had a female on top of me. I didn’t know now, but when I would think of this moment later, I would realize that I hadn’t actually hated having her weight over mine. Now though, I wasn’t ready to admit that. Admitting that was admitting that I could actually see a female as an equal to me. I almost wished I knew what she was thinking. For all I knew Starclan had an idea of what was racing through her mind. She could decide to kill me any minute and well, at this moment she wasn’t. I swallowed slowly; fear still the furthest thought from me. Fear had never been a known emotion to me. I’d always been cat that learned from experiences, but never feared the thought of them. I knew one day I’d die. I just didn’t know how it would happen, so what use was there in fearing it? Everything in me tensed when her nose touched my chest, not matter how brief the pressure; I’d never been touched by a female. Never wanted to be touched by one, except for when I was a kit and it was my mother. That was different from this. This was my enemy and it was as though she was telling me that because of my words, she wouldn’t be killing me. I blinked in surprise and looked at her slowly. My eyes of azul were guarded and locked on her in a manner that said, I wasn’t about to be fooled. I couldn’t fully trust her. She was from Marshclan and she’d just let me go. A moment ago, she’d more than likely thirsted for my blood. Now. . .now she was standing next to me and looking down. What the hell was up with this female? I could feel the stutter in my heart as I looked at her. This was such a weird feeling, knowing that I’d been on the brink and so had she. Now, we were in a moment of trying to make. . . peace. I almost didn’t want to comply with her request that I get up, but I also didn’t want a clan mate to show up and see me on my back. That would have been plain embarrassing. I shook myself before turning my attention onto Ebonyheart. “It’s not a trick. Its how I really feel. Why waste a life when we’re all going to die someday anyways. Yes, I know I’ll have to kill someone every now and again, but I’m forty moons old and have seen more death by battle than I want to.” I looked at her with level eyes that didn’t so much as speak of the horrors I’d seen, but there was a truth in them that screamed what I believed. It wasn’t that look that cats had when they believed in Starclan more so than others, but a look that says just how much of the world I didn’t want to see. I was cold and cruel when I wanted to be, but most of the time I just avoided others. I could almost admit to myself that it was because I didn’t want to see myself losing them in the end. I’d lost too much already. Her pleading for me to teach her how to swim nearly had me laughing, but I tilted my head in acknowledgement. “Fine, fine. I’ll teach you.” I chuckled under my breath before focusing on her once more. “We’re staying in the shallow after first though. I don’t need to rescue you twice in one day.” I was lightly teasing her, trying to keep the mood light. I didn’t need to be pinned on the ground twice in one day either. That would just be plan embarrassing.

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