Foxspirit was silent as all eyes turned to her. She looked up at Hawktalon, who still had her fake pain face stuck on. A boiling, burning rage smoked inside her. She would get revenge. If she was orange, she would get revenge. "You don't know what you're getting into," she growled. The cats tipped their ears in confusion. "Goodbye, Hawktalon. For now." She hissed and leaped out of the camp, pelting out of WindClan territory. When she got her revenge, Hawktalon would be sorry. Not if she got her revenge- when.
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| - Foxspirit was silent as all eyes turned to her. She looked up at Hawktalon, who still had her fake pain face stuck on. A boiling, burning rage smoked inside her. She would get revenge. If she was orange, she would get revenge. "You don't know what you're getting into," she growled. The cats tipped their ears in confusion. "Goodbye, Hawktalon. For now." She hissed and leaped out of the camp, pelting out of WindClan territory. When she got her revenge, Hawktalon would be sorry. Not if she got her revenge- when.
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| - Foxspirit was silent as all eyes turned to her. She looked up at Hawktalon, who still had her fake pain face stuck on. A boiling, burning rage smoked inside her. She would get revenge. If she was orange, she would get revenge. "You don't know what you're getting into," she growled. The cats tipped their ears in confusion. "Goodbye, Hawktalon. For now." She hissed and leaped out of the camp, pelting out of WindClan territory. When she got her revenge, Hawktalon would be sorry. Not if she got her revenge- when.
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