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Post by Bhuvana on May 29, 2012 19:40:48 GMT -5
 My eyes sat vacant, vocal cords knotted. The landscaped was drained, the prey and predator long since abandoning their posts. The water was frozen, a crystal sheet of inhabitable gook. I quivered in terror. We had survived thus far, but the lands grew weaker each day. There was only so much abuse the terrain could take. It was charred black, a merciless color that was so unbearably unnatural.
Since when did cats use fire?
There was nothing normal about BloodClan. The cats were mutants, chemical mishaps, failed experiments. I quivered again, this time in fury more than terror. But the fear still remained. I was going to die in these coming months, either killed by a BloodClanner's claw, or starved of life from hunger or disease. Then there was always the chance that, maybe, my own Clanmate would kill me to avenge a loss they suffered. My father killed their child, so they kill my father's child. Fair enough.
Complete, and utter foxdung.
I hated my kind, whether they be LionClan or BloodClan. A screwed up world greeted me with vicious snarls each morning, and bidded farwell with howls of relentless bloodlust in the evening. If not for my unquenchable need to be right, to prove I am better than my father, I would become him. I had said I would rise higher than him and, dammit, I would!
A pout poured across my expression, hunching my shoulders forward with an exaggerated lip thrust as I sat down and stared at what was once my camp, my home. ShadowClan, the mighty rulers of this forsaken world, had fallen to shambles.
If that could happen then, for sure, we were doomed.
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