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    Black Shadow-Wing wrote:


    Ravenpaw treated her wounds with marigold and put fresh cobwebs on her stomach and shoulder. She padded far from camp and leaped up into a tree.
    She gazed up at Silverpelt. "StarClan, what do you want from me? Why do you have me in such a dreadful situation. Why don't you ever let me be happy? I can't keep this up on my own!" She cried tears rolling down her cheeks.



    Littlepaw yawned, looking around. He wanted a victim, something to scratch... he didn't actually want to hurt anycat, but yet at the same time he desired to hurt someone, to make someone bleed.


    He clawed the ground, trying to release the weird pain and anger he endured when he wasn't clawing somecats ears. Then Littlepaw looked, trying to spot a small kit or any free, weak-looking cat whom he can attack.


    He couldn't find anyone. And he thought it was for the best. He decided to go to the forest and torture some poor squirrel, until he heard somecat meowing. "What on StarClan...?" The silver blue tabby turned his head up, from where the sound came, and found a black she-cat in a tree, crying. "Ravenpaw! You okay?" Littlepaw meowed, looking at the she-cat with worry in his large, dark brown eyes.

    "Yes Yes Yeees." Yelled Shypaw who was known for her shyness and how much she was bullied and often hit and clawed at her white pelt was deemed beautiful with it's black tabby markings and her signature purple shy eyes.

    DANG SO BORED NOONE I ROLEPLAY WITH IS ONLINE URRRRRG!!




    Ic: Lillypool sighed. Her shoulder was still bleeding heavily. She fell asleep, but was afraid she wouldn't make it through the night.

    It was by pure luck Aristocrat had stumbled upon the Thunderclancamp, she scurried through the foliage and came to an adrupt halt when she spotted many many cats of Thunderclan. The himalayn, himalayan fancy rat that is, called out in a hesitant voice in cat language, "Errm, hello?"

    Silverwing was so surprised she dropped her freshkill. "What the...? What are you doing here, loner?"

    OOC: kk ^^



    *Moonclaw*
    The white she-cat walked into camp with fresh kill and went over to the fresh kill pile.

    "Ravenpaw!" Littlepaw meowed. Maybe she wanted to be ignored? He didn't know, yet he wanted her to respond and either call him up or send him away, not just lay silent as if dead.

    *Moonclaw*
    Moonclaw placed the mouse on top of the fresh kill pile before walking away to lay down in the sun.