(( Howlley smokes guys.. not even moonclan spams this much, i just went through, and counted, 5 full, un rped pages of pure spam. Seriously. W.O.W. you guys
are crazy!))
Wolfpelt watched as his daughter ran back into the camp, screaming. He howled his greivence, the sound reverberating off the trees, and bouncing off the snow, reaching far into the camp, but by then, the sound was more like a wolfs howl, sad as a soul could be. He ran. He ran across the river, skidding on the ice, but continuing like nothing could stop him. He went into the darkclan camp, and looked aorund panikedly. Why had his feet taken him here? He spotted all of the familiar places... hauntinly familiar. He let out a raged growl and began to tear away at the empty braken, clawing away at dens, carefuly moulded and weaved bushes, places that once a cat could call home, but now.... He was about to dig into the nursery, but stopped. I am not a monster... he reminded himself. He left the camp, a trail of tears, and a drop of blood, and he ran, past the river, past the edges of moonclan territory. he didnt even look back once. he kept going until exaustion literaly made him colapse in the snow. He was as good as dead now, he had no use, no purpose, he was... nothing.
((This is from the moonclan rp, but i thought i should post it here too ^^))