by Mmai » Thu Nov 17, 2011 5:57 am
(Gah sorry for responding slow again. I've been babysitting my nephews 0,0 and when they take their nap no one is on XD)
Duskpool smiled at Splashpaw's eagerness. Flicking his tail for her to follow, he padded toward Mothtail. He met the she-cat on her way back to where they had been and said, "We'll start with the border between us and Stormclan, so be sure to stay alert." With that he padded to the camp entrance, stopping on the other side to wait for the others to join him.
Paleblaze padded over to Featherclaw and Cinderstorm. "What's going on?" she meowed, noticing that Cinderstorm seemed to be looking for something. (Writer's block on Paleblaze -.- sorry.)
Lostpaw rolled out of the way like Ravenfur had, and quickly sprang back onto her paws. Well at least I avoided being knocked down again, she thought wryly to herself. Though I have a feeling that I'm going to get knocked down plenty more times. Watching Ravenfur, she waited for his next instructions. I'm glad I'm finally learning how to fight and defend myself. Ravenfur is a good warrior too, so hopefully I'll become just as good as him someday.
Shadowpaw stiffled a yawn as he padded out of the elder's den. Splashpaw had put mousebile on their ticks, he had taken them prey, and it didn't look like their bedding needed changed. I wonder where my mentor is...I suppose if she wants me, she'll find me. Shaking his head to himself, he padded over to the freshkill pile and selected a small vole for himself. Carrying it lightly between his jaws, he padded over to sit between the warrior den and the apprentice den. After sitting down, he started devouring the vole in quick bites.
Throughout my long existence, I have been called many things.A witch. A seer. A nightmare. A guardian.I have seen the rise and fall of many a great nation. Survived and prayed through innumerable bloody wars.We are the things that you see at the edges of your vision. The shadowy shapes and glimmers that leave you uncertain of what it is you've truly seen.We are the legends and myths come to life. The green men. The nagas. The sirens in the streams and rivers. The haunts in the mountains.We have always been here, and will remain long after you are gone and forgotten. So lock your doors and shutter your windows, for now it is our time to rise and take back what is rightfully ours.
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