|
Post by spirit on Sept 16, 2005 20:20:18 GMT -5
Death is near. Blood will spell. Into the rushing river. A clawed face shall kill. The night serounds him showing him his place. *three kits hutled i a corner shivering then a shadow huverd over them slash they layed dead on the ground* No one is safe from the rouges even a love of a mate. The proficey will be fifled
|
|
|
Post by spottedleaf on Sept 17, 2005 11:55:55 GMT -5
woah! creepy but kewl
|
|
|
Post by spirit on Sept 17, 2005 11:56:08 GMT -5
thank you
|
|
|
Post by *:Moonstar~Melodypaw:* on Sept 17, 2005 13:55:03 GMT -5
The moon shall be hurt by the shadow of silver. Innocence shall find out the truth of her past. River shall conquer and silver shall deliver the final blow. The moon shall perish the night of the half moon.
(Silvershadow if you read this, I want you to be there during the war and kill me.)
|
|
|
Post by spottedleaf on Sept 18, 2005 7:32:32 GMT -5
Sure but why?
|
|