| abstract | - Bluestar was pracically bursting with anger. She had just heard from Feathertail that Tallstar and Blackstar had had another argument. As a result, Tallstar had sentenced 4 cats to an unnecissary and slightly cruel life. She stalked up to the black and white tom, "What have you done!" she yowled. Talstar turned, his amber eyes smoldering. "Bluestar, if you're refering to the kittypets-" "Well of course I am! What else is there!?" she screeched. Tallstar's fur fluffed up defensivly. He snarled, "I have picked 4 lucky cats to become part of the Clans and further more-" Bluestar sighed, her eyes sad, "No. You've sentenced 4 cats to an unjust fate they didn't deserve. There are only 4 of them! 4 kittypets can't beat the wild!" Tallstar nodded,"We can do something about that." Bluestar sighed, "Do it quick. I hate to see any cat suffer." She walked away, leaving Tallstar to his thoughts.
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