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Quinn was sure, SURE that no other cat would try to enter her territory. I mean, what kind of wildcat wants to live in a run down twoleg apartment? Or, really, run down twoleg house. Tiny and Apollo lived with her, and they were kind of like their own “clan”, as those wildcats say. Of course, Quinn had made a personal journal in her mind about these cats. Starting off with a fluff ball who seemed to be named Mozartpaw/Mozartclaw. He was a cream color, with a brown spot on his eye, or well, ring that had light brown inside. Same thing at the base of his tail. Then a color she had never seen before in a cat, a dark green cat with poison ivy green eyes! Or, a bright green color for her eyes. She’d seen how fast and silent that cat was, and seemed to be named Evergreenpaw/Evergreenleaf. She had to be careful of THAT one. She didn’t really care too much, but she made an entry for her “clanmates” too. Tiny, who was tiny, was a tan color, and had floppy ears. You also couldn’t see her eyes. Then Apollo was a dark tabby with a green eye and a blue eye. He had a cream underbelly as well. Quinn was keeping a secret, a secret that no one needed to know about. A secret for only her. Tiny padded next to her, and laid on her side. “Ah, man.” Tiny said, her country accent showing strong. “We have peace here. We don’t need to get tied into them wildcat politics.” “Yea, I know Tiny but… That Mozartclaw cat is tryna do sometin’ ‘bout it. We might be of help” Quinn said. She herself was a dark brown tabby with blue eyes, and a cream underbelly, paws, and tail tip. “We don't do politics.” Apollo growled quietly, lying down on a window sill. “But if a cat needs help, we just gon’ let ‘em suffer?” Quinn responded. She was worried that after Tiny laid on her for that moment, she would feel the kits. Quinn stretched, and locked eyes with Apollo. Does he already know? Is that why he ain’t lettin’ me help them cats? “This is not our battle to fight, Quinn. Let them cats handle themselves.” Tiny laid down on the worn out couch, and flopped onto her side. “Maybe I’ll lay under the couch this time. So much space under there, might as well take it up.” Tiny jumped down and clamored in the space under the couch. "Ugh- TINY! We need yah!" Quinn hollered. "But I'm tryna sleep!" Tiny meowed back. A large BANG came from the forest, and Tiny ran from under like her life depended on it. "OH SH- SUGAR!" Tiny said, running into Quinn. "Gunshot," Apollo said. "See? We can't help them forest cats if they're gettin' their tails blown off." "We CAN help them in their fight!" Quinn retorted. "Their fight ain't ours. And we ain't gon' risk our lives tryna help a cat fight a battle HE caused." Apollo said, calmly, on his window sill. "Fine then!" Quinn turned and went under the couch, just as another BANG went over in the forest. She closed her eyes, and slowly went to sleep, just as another BANG rang through the trees.
