A dark shape flitted across the rock. A pair of amber eyes shimmered in the darkness, navy shadows engulfing the rest of his body. A torn ear and a long, deep pink scar down his back were the reminders of his latest battle with his son. 'Snakepaw,' he hissed. 'Come out.' The golden eyes glowed with danger, a pool of fire ready to burn. They watched as a long haired apprentice poked his head out between the boulders that secured the clearing. The small tom's dark brown pelt glowed with moonlight, his body bathed in an eerie glow. 'Yes father.'
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| - A dark shape flitted across the rock. A pair of amber eyes shimmered in the darkness, navy shadows engulfing the rest of his body. A torn ear and a long, deep pink scar down his back were the reminders of his latest battle with his son. 'Snakepaw,' he hissed. 'Come out.' The golden eyes glowed with danger, a pool of fire ready to burn. They watched as a long haired apprentice poked his head out between the boulders that secured the clearing. The small tom's dark brown pelt glowed with moonlight, his body bathed in an eerie glow. 'Yes father.'
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| - I dedicated this to Robo because she is Queen Swag and cool like that.
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| - This is set after the Omen of the Stars series. Three kits are born into ThunderClan, each with their own distinct personalities and beliefs. But in two rival Clans, evil is rising, and life may never be the same again.
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| - Bushkit-brown tabby tom with a bottlebrush tail
Mintkit-light grey she-cat with pale green eyes.
Firekit-ginger tom with amber eyes
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| - HIMG is a tween who loves to write just about anything. She loves books, reading and cake. She also adores cats. HIMG likes singing and dancing , Twilight, her friends and 13 Going on 30.
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| - A dark shape flitted across the rock. A pair of amber eyes shimmered in the darkness, navy shadows engulfing the rest of his body. A torn ear and a long, deep pink scar down his back were the reminders of his latest battle with his son. 'Snakepaw,' he hissed. 'Come out.' The golden eyes glowed with danger, a pool of fire ready to burn. They watched as a long haired apprentice poked his head out between the boulders that secured the clearing. The small tom's dark brown pelt glowed with moonlight, his body bathed in an eerie glow. 'Yes father.' The older tom crept out of the shadows. 'My son,'he growled. 'I have waited so long for this.' 'For what?' The smaller version of the big tabby cocked his head in curosity. 'For my power to rise. Snakepaw, listen to me.' He circled the cat. 'One day, you will rise to be the greatest leader ShadowClan has ever known. But you must keep one promise.' 'I will be leader? Wow! I'm going to tell all the Clans to keep off our territory because they know ShadowClan is the greatest.' Snakepaw sliced his claws along the stones, as if he was slitting someone's throat. Alarmingly, his youthful face was curled up in a snarl, a sign of ferocity and hunger for the power that may one day come to him. 'So, what do I have to promise, Tigerheart?' Tigerheart's mouth slipped into a purr. 'You have to do everything I say. If I tell you to kill your mother, you must.' 'But why?' Snakepaw's eyes stretched wide. 'Dewtail is my mother and I love her. I am her only kit.' 'Well, Snakepaw. If you disobey one of my orders, you will be killed.' Tigerheart slid out his claws. Snakepaw's green eyes were as big as moons. 'I will do everything you order me to,' he whimpered. 'I promise.' Tigerheart's eyed softened. 'Good. Breezepelt's son, Boulderpaw, is going to help you. Together, the two of you will avenge the Dark Forest. My grandfather was killed by that Firestar! The Place of No Stars will rise again, and you will be just the begining.' Snakepaw's ears were flat, and his fur fluffed up. 'I don't want to be part of the Dark Forest,' he whispered, scared of his own voice. 'Dewtail told me that the cats were-' 'Silence!' Tigerheart swiped his tail across his son's lips. 'You have promised already, there's no turning back.' He unsheathed his claws. 'But I am dreaming,' Snakepaw croaked. 'You can't hurt me.' Tigerheart's amber eyes were glazed with red. 'Maybe I can.'
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