On a scale? How many of you actually like all this drama and the plot so far? 12
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0: OMG I hate this, I can hardly even keep up with everything, it's cluttered, stupid and ridiculous (Okay OUCH!) (1) 8%
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1: I really don't get it and don't like it very much. (Well then :P) (0) 0%
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2: It's alright (I'd rather just say you hate it haha jk jk) (1) 8%
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3: I like it so far :) (Well thank you kind sir...or ma'am...or whatever you are) (4) 33%
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4: It's so amazing, you're like, Plot GOD (Oh...thanks Kitten, cause I know you're the only one to click this option haha) (7) 58%
UPDATES:
We have neighbors. Swoopclan and Flightclan. Also, We have a Plot and a prophecy to go with it. :)
"At the end of the Eagle's take off,
When the Wolf has learned to fly,
You will reach a breaking point,
In which the Badger shall survive,
The Bear will crumble Quickly,
And the Fox will rise to catch,
As the one closest to your kin,
Takes your eyesight from your head,
The Insects will Ravish your meals,
The Scavengers take their hearts,
The Frogs with warts,
The Prey with Death,
And a Curse so evil and Dark.
Beware Wolfshine, and stay alert, for only you can stop it,
But be distracted, and failure cometh,
For all of those who desire it."
If you think you've figured it out, inbox me. It includes a lot of our members and even if you're not included in it remember you're still incredibly important to the plot, who cares if you're name isn't in the prophecy I still damn well love you! <3
Bearstar padded outside of his den, the dirt beneath his paws sinking deep into the abyss of a ground below. The wind blew fiercely, carrying with it tuffs of fur, and blood. The war had taken its place, and left was nothing, absolutely nothing.
Wolfshine padded up next to her father, and saw the anger flow in his eyes.
"I have failed," he muttered and she shook her head firmly saying no.
"You haven't, we can fix this, we can fix everything," she fought to reassure him.
"NOTHING CAN BE FIXED!" he roared, the bear within him coming out for just a second.
And then she woke up, screaming, her mews carrying throughout the Spirits den. Her father never yelled at her...never. She waited until her breathing calmed and then walked towards the entrance of the den to see it was morning. Her father stood by the fresh kill pile, it was high up, Starclan had blessed them for now. But what about later? she wondered. Things were going quite wrong too fast.
As Bearstar noticed his daughter come outside he gazed deeply into her eyes and saw the trouble that lay there. "Anything wrong?" he asked, knowing not to push her.
"Not a thing," she said.
"Good, then find Foxtail and assemble a patrol," he ordered sternly.
"Foxtail?!" she let out the small mew.