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Post by xxx sorrow on Dec 1, 2007 9:07:28 GMT -5
Lonesome figure stood hidden within the shadows, an authoritive stance was taken. No word was sent to the many lives that lay just beyond. All who opposed would perish, only three were required and it would be most unfortunate if that number was exceeded. Orders given for three others to join her here, a raid would take place, a raid that would transform to a small battle. But no battle here would compare to the one she had planned for the demise of all clans. A battle so huge that many would loose their lives in the process, but worth it in the end. Blood would spill over the land, possibly tainting rivers and streams. Cats would fall and never get up, some would walk away, but scars would always be there to show for their sacrifice.
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Post by Fireh on Dec 2, 2007 7:46:24 GMT -5
Critter followed his leader through the territory, stopping at the camp. He dug his claws into the peaty earth, waiting for her to tell him to fight. He was excited. His claws ripped through the peaty earth, as if it were fur, and he drooled as he thought of the lives he could take He looked at Silhouette, urging her to startthe battle. He focused his attention on the entrance of the camp. If only one cat came through, they would be sent back to their camp for mourning, by him.
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Post by Falcon on Dec 2, 2007 14:18:00 GMT -5
A lonely cat rustled through the brambles near the Secretclan cats. Nothing was noticed, and Brownleaf kept walking. She made her way to the camp, and to the warrior's den. Such was noticed, that Dovestar was away, presumably sharing tounges with Starclan. Brownleaf curled up in her nest and fell asleep, still not noticing the acrid smell of intruders.
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Post by luuu x on Dec 22, 2007 14:06:12 GMT -5
mica x A small, pale shape stood out in the half darkness. Micapaw had returned from a late night hunt, a mouse in his jaws, because of a scent that had disturbed him. But the young tom was know wondering whether he had imagined the scent. The apprentice nervously licked his glossy silver striped shoulders, his light blue eyes glimmering with anxiety and worry. Micapaw was worried about the scents, but he he did not want to anger Dovestar by waking her. Shivering as the cold of the winter night crept beneath his fur, the apprentice got quickly to his paws. The young tom looked up at the star splattered sky. StarClan, show me what I should do! But the skies remained as cold and blank as ever. Micapaw sighed loudly, giving in. The grey and white tom padded into the apprentices' den where he curled up, shuddering with cold. He huddled against the warm pelt of a fellow, slumbering apprentice, but it did nothing to comfort him. Eventually he fell into a light cage of sleep, his dreams disturbed. Every few seconds wakefulness leapt within him, causing him to blink confusedly before falling back into the clutches of dark, bitter sleep.
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