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"WHO'S A HERETIC NOW?" It ain’t a surprise that Deersong is the first to greet them as they stride over to her. The molly’s kind and capable, and Pantherpelt likes her. She must be exhausted, but she remains friendly as ever as she asks what the food is made of. "My sis," a scowl moves ‘cross...

"WHO'S A HERETIC NOW?" "Y’know what? Fuck ya! And y’wonder why I ain’t stayin’ here with ya all the time!" Pantherpelt huffs, talking to themself as they stomp ’round the front porch. One of the wooden beams has grown soft in one corner, and their paw catches on it at the wrong angle, sending...

"AM I YOUR DREAM GIRL?" With a flick of an ear, the dark-furred warrior gives the crowd a once-over. They smile at of their favorite apprentices—Twitchpw, the anxious creature, is always a welcome sight. But Tallulahwing pipes up, and Panther scowls. "Ah, hush. I ain’t gotten ta the good part...

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"AM I YOUR DREAM GIRL?" The scene that unfolds before her is nothing short of comical. The child, Coyotekit, is playing with a small, sweet-scented object that Panther knows of from their twolegs’ home. Only Deersong seems to have a level head about the situation, while Blazestar, Twitchpaw, and...

"AM I YOUR DREAM GIRL?" Usually Pantherpelt makes herself scarce at nighttime, slinking back to the twolegplace just before the sun sets so her sis doesn’t worry too much about her safety. But she’s decided to forget about her sis for a night, because the twolegs are all setting out bright...

"AM I YOUR DREAM GIRL?" The wild-furred daylight warrior saunters over to join their clanmates, intrigued by the call for patrol assignments. They have never been a fan of border patrols—they don’t like the other clans very much. And when the smell of twolegplace manages to break past the...

"AM I YOUR DREAM GIRL?" Their quick departure from the patrol group wasn’t planned, but Sis can’t know about their double life, so they’d had to make a split-second decision to protect their own sanity from the endless jabbering of one angry molly. Still, upon seeing a familiar coat of pale red...

"I AM YOUR NIGHTMARE" Long, silken fur cascades around her paws as the she-cat strides around the camp. Duskgrin, the kindly soul that he has always been, is inquiring about injuries. She stares across camp at all the cats gathered around speaking with one another, but she hasn’t been spoken to...

"AM I YOUR DREAM GIRL?" Pantherpelt hasn’t ever left SkyClan’s camp with such a large group of cats before. Sure, she’s sometimes accompanied by one or two of her fellow daylight warriors, but never have any of the full-time clan cats trailed back to the twolegplace with her. Sure, she’s sure...

"AM I YOUR DREAM GIRL?" The wild-furred molly hasn’t been living with the forest cats long—just long enough to know them as SkyClan, as her clanmates—but it had been long enough to earn themself one of those “warrior names”. A two-part name, a comment on her untamed mane of fur. Pantherpelt is...

"AM I YOUR DREAM GIRL?" A dull, slow voice interrupts Pantherpelt’s important business—staring at the sky and chewing on sticks—and the she-cat flicks an ear in startled annoyance. They give a halfhearted sigh, before finding themself moving toward the lazy voice. Their curiosity has been...

"AM I YOUR DREAM GIRL?" The medicine cat of SkyClan is one cat who Pantherpelt can’t say she’s familiar with. He appears not long after Blazestar, all straight-faced and serious. He’s quiet, seems to be sure of himself, unlike the leader. Amber eyes track his movements, tongue swiping out to run...

"AM I YOUR DREAM GIRL?" The sound of a stuttered greeting draws her attention, and the she-cat tosses her head to sweep a golden gaze over Blazestar. He looks—almost stricken, really. Not looking her in the eye. Seemingly unable to focus on one place. Pantherpelt wheezes out a laugh, untangling...

"AM I YOUR DREAM GIRL?" Long limbs cross, then un-cross. Then they cross again, dangling over the edge of a shallow pool of water that’s filled in a small dip in the earth. The blue, blue sky reflects in the puddle, as does the figure of a very pretty lady. Pantherpelt stares at the reflection...