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Tagged by :LittleMlp7 1) Pick one of your FCs/OCs 2) Fill in the questions/statements as if you were your FC/OC 3) Tag 3 people at the end of the quiz 1.) What's your name? Rosefrost 2.) Do you know why you were named that? My mother named me rosekit because of my reddish pelt, and Lionstar chose the "frost" Suffix for my white markings 3.) Are you single or taken? Single, I'm a medicine cat what do you expect? 4) Have any abilities or powers? Does healing sick cats count? 5.) Stop being a Mary-sue. I doubt i am one, but if you think i am one, i am disappointed in you. 6.) Uh...if you were to get in a fight with a strong  warrio

Chapter 5 Walking along the hall, Neon, Cookie and Butters were off to have lunch together. Lots was rushing round Neon's small kitten brain. She opened her mouth to speak. "Hey Butters? Wanna train after lunch?" "Mew, /9446v * .-'m5c 8m' ?7/6." "What does that mean Cookie?" Cookie thought for a few seconds. "It means, Sorry, I can't. I'm busy" "Thats a shame." Neon looked around. "Where even are we?" "Lets go and ask those older kits over there!" Mewed Cookie. "Aw no. here come the newborns." Mumbled a dark tom with their black Furtuft dropping over his face. "Don't be rude Pepper!" Can i help you kits with anything?" Mewed a white she-cat

Cat purr 3 "Yaaaawn!" Neon reached for the glass of water on her bedside table, but then remembered. It was to late to walk home, and stayed over Butter's house over night with the squad. She got out of bed and tiptoed down the stairs, being careful not to wake anyone. "Mornin sunshine! 'Ave a nice rest!?" Cookie mewed loudly. "Shh! The others are still sleeping!" Hissed Neon angrily "I'll take that as a no..." Muttered Cookie, her grey pelt shivering. "Would you like breakfast?" "No thanks, i can make it myself." Neon mewed scavenging the cupboard for a familiar cereal. All she found were a few dead robins, something Neon wasn't particularl

Cat-purr 1 It was a beautiful leaf-fall morning, the sunrise dew hanging from the cobwebs like jewels; the birds were singing, and flowers were blooming. Everything was just swell. "I'm late!" a young tuxedo kitten called, as there rainbow hair blurred into the wind, "I'm late!" What would they do? Would they build a reputation for always being late? It was there first day after all. The school gate was near, they ran through the entrance and collapsed on the floor. They needed to catch their breath. They stood up, and turned to their watch on their right paw. "7:30!" They mewed loudly, "I'm a whole hour early! might as well go inside," Happ