Oaktail trespassing into the Territory.

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    She sighed, "It is true. My mother only did it to defend herself. She didn't ever have any intension of killing a cat willingly."

    foxfur pricked her ears and whispered to brackensong.: "i can not help you. this is a battle for you alone to fight. and your cut is fine now.i will follow you to witness whatever may happen and to give you adviice in the midst of this."

    "Thank you. There is indeed no more you can do for me and I am very grateful for everything you have done for me." She whisper back.

    occ:hello. i know this is kinda random. im foxfur101s freind and she told me to jump into a thread from her camp so here i am.just joined today. :D i dont need much help because foxfur is giving me it.


    ic:snakefang jumped out from the bushes.

    OakTail Ran through the Forest yet again to just stop at a Log due to a harsh Memory

    (OCC) What clan is she from?


    Brackensong stoped dead in her tracks when she smelled the scent of another cat. "Who's there?" She looked around all was quiet, until she heard a twig snap. She let out a low growl. ""Great! Not another trespasser!" She thought.

    What clan is snakefang from? Magicclan.




    Snakefang growled at the cats ahead of him. He ran after them.

    foxfur leaped and ran. suddenly a yowl split the air. "deadheart! dont do this! *gurggeles*deadheart....please.. *spits* " "its too late for sorry! you ruined my life! mother allways treated you like a little angel! i was your slave! *claws are faintly heard ripping flesh*" "*gasps* *gurggels*"

    Brackensong hears the yowling and ignore the Magic Clan scent. She finally gets to the site and can't believe her eyes.

    deadheart,a skinny dark gray she-cat with scars all over,is standing on top of a white she cat on crimson red grass. the white she cat is halfwing. deadheart has blood dripping off her muzzel and one of her paws up in the air. crimson drops fal onto the grass and soft white fur turned red and wet. deadheart smiles and laughs. halfwing is still strugling,not for long. a long nash in her neck it made worse by deadheart pushing her head hard into the ground. halfwing chocked up blood and lie still in the crimson puddle of what used to be hers.....



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    Brackensong gasped. Then, she leaped out of the brush, where she was hiding and went over to the tom. "Who are you and what have you done to this poor cat!?"