before we begin, expect thigns to happed, idk yet, but gore will probably be involved.

ok, now we can begin.

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"Don't thou aye bring up that pirate kit, doth thou understand?" The tom demanded. The kit nodded rapidly. "But... Why can't I?" She asked. "Because his lineage doesn't exist to us. 'tis meetest we do wrack not our discretion." The tom answered.

MottlePaw hesitantly nodded. "Right, discretion is all's." She mumbled. TigerPaw nodded, his ginger pelt shining. "We want to pate to Yggdrasil now. We're leaving, for a better and richer estate." He huffed. MottlePaw sighed, yet nodded, following her father as they left the town of Þor.

The sun beamed down as the young MottlePaw quietly followed. Usually, her father wasn't this bossy! The leaves on the trees thrashed around, singing their haunting songs. It was almost similar to a siren's song; hauntingly beautiful, and potentially dangerous.