The dew wet grass, stained with the nights visit before. Stars still hung in the sky like a silhouette, barely visible to the seeing eye. Silience remains in the dawning morning, until something breaks the sound barrier. A mournful screech rings out, echoing across LionClans territory. The strong scent of blood quickly filled the early morning, alarming the morning birds and sparrows. Another screech was sputtered out. Nightclaw, a warrior of LionClan,perked his ears and smirked. Knowing his dirty work was done.
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| - The dew wet grass, stained with the nights visit before. Stars still hung in the sky like a silhouette, barely visible to the seeing eye. Silience remains in the dawning morning, until something breaks the sound barrier. A mournful screech rings out, echoing across LionClans territory. The strong scent of blood quickly filled the early morning, alarming the morning birds and sparrows. Another screech was sputtered out. Nightclaw, a warrior of LionClan,perked his ears and smirked. Knowing his dirty work was done.
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| - The dew wet grass, stained with the nights visit before. Stars still hung in the sky like a silhouette, barely visible to the seeing eye. Silience remains in the dawning morning, until something breaks the sound barrier. A mournful screech rings out, echoing across LionClans territory. The strong scent of blood quickly filled the early morning, alarming the morning birds and sparrows. Another screech was sputtered out. Nightclaw, a warrior of LionClan,perked his ears and smirked. Knowing his dirty work was done. No! I can't die! Sparrowflight, the victim, screamed in his head. He was the mate of Goldenwhisker and she had kitted that day. He was a father, he couldn't die. TBC
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