Roleplay 8th of June

"Yes, there is no 'hate' up here, and that is one of the many reasons Brook isn't here with us, she has far too mush of it, and revenge is just a minor side effect of hate, the true fire comes when they carry out murder," he pointed out, kinda obvious.

Fergie nodded. "When did you learn to get so smart?" she giggled. "Your right Ned, Brook was to much of hate." she squeaked. "I'm glad I didn't join Mafia and become blood-thirsty like her." she squeaked quietly.

Ned smiled, "It's a birth defect, because it certainly didn't come from heredity," he squeaked indicating that the Mafia weren't very smart.

(Difinition of Heredity: The passing of genes from the parent to offspring. ex, Blue eyes, red hair, skin tone.)

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Fergie smiled. "Your right about that the Mafia aren't smart at all, They don't think before they start killing something." she squeaked. She looked back to see Starlights kits. "Poor Zorro he miss's his sibling. Hey Rex!" she called.

Rex looked up, "Yeah?"

"Come here! I think you might want to see something." Fergie squeaked and looked back down.

Rex ran over and stood next to fergie looking down.

"Look, Your brother miss's you." Fergie squeaked pointing to Zorro with her nose. "Skittles tried to comfort him but he growled at her just now." she squeaked to him.

Rex just glared, "Great... just what I need, ANOTHER reason I hate being dead!" He snarled then turned and stormed off.

Fergie said nothing. She looked back down and seen Skittles. "I wonder whats on her mind?" she asked herself then she heard what she thought. Their just kits, Zorro just wanted to be alone, but what about the rest? Am I not welcome anywhere? Fergie heard Skittles thought. "No, no Skittles! Don't think that! Don't be so negative about yourself!" she wanted to yell the words at Skittles but she had to stay in Heaven for now.

Rex sat with his siblings.

Axel sighed and layed down.

Fergie stood up. "I only go down there when I deliver bad news or for help." then she thought. "Actually I probably have to go down there and help Skittles, She's thinking bad thing about herself, again." she squeaked to herself. She looked at the kits and sighed. "Should I? Or Shouldn't I?" she asked herself and looked down at Skittles.

Ned layed near the other kits, his only sibling treated him like dirt, so these kits were more of a comfort to him.

Fergie decided not to go. She walked up to the kits but then stoped. If she went any closer the would start yelling at her. She walked around them and padded away.

The kits cuddled close and began falling alseep.

Fergie looked back. "Phew." she squeaked quietly. "Finaly." she squeaked. She looked at the kits and trotted around. She looked at the clouds and jumped through them. She looked up and laughed after her shape was formed into the cloud.

Ned looked up and saw Fergie hopping off and followed.

Fergie rose her haunches and sprang into another cloud. She smiled when the cloud covered her shape. "That was funny." she giggled.

Ned just followed.

Fergie triped over her foot and rolled over when she landed on her back and laughed. She looked up and seen Ned. "Hi Ned." she squeaked.

"Hi," He peeped quietly.

Fergie got up and looked at him. "What brings you here?" she asked.

Ned shrugged, "Got nothin' better to do."

Fergie nodded. "Okay then." she squeaked and padded through the clouds again.

Ned just kept following.

Fergie looked up and seen Skittles. "Why is she limping?" she asked herself. "Oh, She fell through the burrow." she squeaked. "Hmm, Maybe I could go visit her, Hey Ned! Want to come with me to visit Skittles?" she asked.

"You are going to visit her just because she fell into the burrow?" Ned raised an eye brow.

Fergie laughed. "No silly! I want you and Skittles to meet each other." she squeaked.

"Oh, uh, okay," Ned followed her.

Fergie stood up then waited until Ned stood beside her. She dissapeared and then once they were on land she turned into the wind.