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"Hawkfrost, Im here." Ivypool slowly walks down the hill. Her pelt was full of scars, all from battles I forced her to fit. She was so young. Why did I ever let my father, Tigerstar and Mapleshade talk me into this. They have been working on this plane for a long time now. I felted special when they said I could mentor her. But now I feel like all I did was lead her to her death. "Ivypool, you would never lie to me, would you?" She looked at me, as if she wanted to tell me something but she cannot, "No, I would never lie to you." Tigerstar walks out from behind a bush, "good. Ivypool, you have traded hard. You ready to become a warrior of

-yaoi Warning- It was two night's before the battle with BloodClan.Ashpaw was in the apprentices den thinking of the battle. "I'll bite that BloodClan leader Scourge until he begs me to spare his life!" Bramblepaw was saying. "He'll never come back to the forest again!" Ashpaw nodded in agreement.After the others where asleep Ashpaw crept out of the den.He was still mourning for his mother Brindleface who was murdered by Tigerstar.Tigerstar was dead now.Scourge had killed him with a single slash of his paw.Ashpaw wandered to the ThunderPath and stopped when he noticed where he was. "Mousedung" He muttered. "I went to far away from c

私の愛の沈黙は沈黙を守ってたことがないはずです。 keep in mind that this takes place after World War ll     The deep laughter of crows reached the peaks of the sky, giving the battered place some hiff of it's silence. Vultures snickered and cackled amongst their grubby meal of a rabbit carcass, their skin-bared heads making quick movements as their battered beaks snipped and poked at the motionless body. The dead rabbit's fur was wet, covered in blood and the vulture's saliva. The mice that

 Scourge stared down at the shaking she-cat below him on his garbage can perch, his face expressionless and still as his ice blue eyes practically drank in her pure, unsaturated terror. The young female’s anxious, dirty yellow eyes kept shifting back and forth to the ground and back up to him as her paws began shuffling nervously in the dirt, signifying to him how scared she really was, her body trembling like a quivering leaf, her ears flat. He relished in it, her unmasked and unbridled fear that she was emanating and displaying to him in waves. The she-cat, Cinnamon was her name (he knew every cat’s name here),  knew she had