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Post by willowpaw on Jan 20, 2008 21:16:10 GMT -5
Willowpaw sat on Sunningrocks, staring up at the moon. She should be back at camp, but her dreams keeps showing her Sunningrocks in the moonlight. Willowpaw kept staring at the moon, listening to all the sounds of the night. She was alone. She was not scared. The night was warm and the forest was alive. The darkness was comforting. It seems to soothe her. Willowpaw was not sure why she was here; however, it felt right to be here.
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Post by Badgersoul on Jan 20, 2008 21:23:32 GMT -5
Shard
A beautiful black she-cat slowly walked threw the forest. The black cat seemed old and weak, not because she was old age wises. But inside she felt a million moons old. Her amber eyes looked down at the snow coverd grow nas she continued to pad on. Her pads where coverd with blood from them being cracked from the coldness of the snow.
A warm breese circled around the clearing, lifting her soul. No this cat wasn't the kind of cat who's soul was lifted by a simple breese, it was what the breese held in it's grasps. It was the sent of a Thunderclaner. It was fresh too. The she-cat purred, her pur was cracked and her eyes wanderd blankly around her dark world. There would be blood tonight.
As the black cat slowly stalked the heart beat that sat on Sunningrock, she made sure that no one was around. " Here kitty, kitty, kitty " her voice was that of a blood lust monster. It was the voice of the legendary Shard.
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Post by willowpaw on Jan 20, 2008 21:30:25 GMT -5
Willowpaw heard someone say "Here kitty, kitty,kitty". It should fightened her, but it did not. She looked up at Starclan, and they seemed to smile. She saw the eyes of a black cat, it seem sinistered. The eyes was looking for blood, but Willowpaw was not scared. She knew that the Starclan was looking out for her. They have brought her out to Sunningrocks. They will be there to protect her.
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Post by Badgersoul on Jan 20, 2008 21:37:15 GMT -5
ShardShard could feel the eyes of the young Thunderclanner on her, it made her pur even more. If only she could share this with Meer, then this night would be perfect. Shard positioned her eyes to face the cat. Her claws slid into the snow, she was ready for blood. She could already taste it's delightful taste. She closed her eyes to enjoy her imagionary kill before re opening her eyes. When she was around other loners she was known to be calm, yet so much has happened to her. So many horrible things, calm wasn't an option.
" Arn't you a bit young to be out without a warrior, horrible things are in the forest you know "
Shard clamed herself before talking again. She had to make sure this kitty thought she was a good guy before she could finish her off. She had a reputation to keep, " Horrible, horrible things " she whisperd mainly to herself. |
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Post by willowpaw on Jan 20, 2008 21:45:28 GMT -5
"Yes, there is are terrible things in the forest" Willowpaw said calmly. "There are many wonderfully things in the night. The night is filled with a sense of what is wild and free. You are wrong. I am not here alone. Do you not see the warriors around me? Do you not feel the warriors around me? Willowpaw voice changed. It was not the voice of someone young, but someone who have lived a thousand lives. Her fur started to glisten. It seemed like the moon was beaming out from inside of her. There was shapes and shaddows around her. Willowpaw's eyes became distant. She was going into a trance.
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