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    The sprit cat curled up


    on the soft forest ground that unfortunately had no feeling to her...


    .being dead that was common


    Shrubfang wrapped her groomed tail around her never ending cold body


    her figure visible to others so they knew she was here


    reflections of stars shimmered on her dull colored outline


    her empty eyes studying the looks of other cats with a gentle gaze


    envying she wouldn't ever feel warmth like they did ever again


    claws slipped out of her paws scratching at the nothingness


    but a soft sigh escaped her lips


    sheathing her claws once again


    "Is it Fair..?" Shrubfang asked herself in a mumble

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    Fierceash began to pace across a sandy beach not sure where his Clanmate had gone after that huge storm. He couldn't talk to anyone well literally anyways. Everyone was gone and he was all alone on that sandy beach without a clue if he himself was dead and he just couldn't come to the realization. His fur bristled as the breeze swept through his coat. He was beginning to lose hope and even if he wasn't dead he was going to let himself die if all cats he knew were gone.....for good.....

    Fierceash


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    Shrubfang Adjusted a bit, but only just to feel as if thorns were pricking her light nothingness pelt, she blinked her deep jade green eyes. twitched her whiskers her surroundings suddenly feeling ice cold the fur on the back of her neck stood up
    her frail body. it was soaked in blood the thought flashed in her mind and she blinked open her eyes in horror of seeing the beach on which she died on

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    He began to run through the sandy beach as it bolted through his paws and clanged to the knots in it. He raced down the shore not caring if the tide was getting higher and higher. He was all alone and their was nothing to do about it. Not a cat inside or a care in the world that he could see. 'Where are they!' he wanted to screech as loud as he could be he couldn't. It was as if something inside of him was locking up all his anger into a cell that was blocked by a sound proof door. He was nothing, but calm and he hated it. This didn't occur to him until finally now when he started to ask questions that made sense, 'Why am I even on this island?'
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