The bane of a Patch is a bat (OPEN)

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Patchpool walked around the clearing, the morning sun glimmering on her soft calico pelt. Patchpool saw a little black thing in the freshkill pile, if looked like a mouse with wings. She later realized it was a bat! She walked over, picked it up ever so gently and took a small bite out of it's back and hated the bland, twoleg almost taste of it, but if that wasn't enough it tasted rotten! Patchpool spat itout and sstarted coughing "Someone, help me!" She meowed urgently.

[Clemintine]

Pebblekit waddled throughout the camp poking her nose into places it didn't belong, she was clearly up to no good as always. The short-legged she-cat resembled her mother so much a few just stopped to stare at her instead of telling her to stop being nose. She waddled towards an upset looking she-cat and stared at her watching her cough and gag. The small kit tilted her head slightly "It's your fault for eating it M-o-u-s-e-b-are-a-I-n." She said the word slowly like she needed to just so the she-cat before her could understand her.

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Patchpool coughed abd growled "I didn't know it was written!" Her tail ruffled up and her eyes squinted at the small kit, she coughed again. "I'm not s mousebrain." She meowed showing littleeemotion. She walked over to some wrt moss and squished it between her jaws, releasing some water from it. "See, I feel better now." The calico Molly meowed.

[Otterpotter]

Mistpaw watched for a small distance away as the famed Pebblekit annoyed a warrior. The gray she-cat was gnawing on the winging of a thrush as she watched. She couldn't help but laugh when the warrior talked to pebblekit like she was slow. Mistpaw was told that the kit looked like her mother the former leader. "Uh-um D-don't take a-anything f-from the middle o-of the p-pile, d-down." she advised and dug her claws into the thrush's neck.

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"Yes, We have a rotten freshkill problem, do you know what rotten freshkill is called Pebblekit?" The calico Molly purred with an almost motherly tone "Probably not." She purred proudly "It's called crowfood!" She spat out the last word scornfully and then waved her head around, feeling kind of dizzy. "Mistpaw, dear can you fetch the medicine cat please?" She stumbled on that last word and fall down, passed out.