Frostbite growled in annoyance, mostly because she was very annoyed of these cats. Her tail lashed but she kept silent, knowing the right time to speak wasn't here.
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&& Listen up, my dears. Y{o}u are in the Dark Forest now.
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Oilkit turned back. "Yeah?"
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Tigerstrike turned. "No time is the right time to speak." She snarled.
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"I was just saying your name, I just relized why your called Oilkit."
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Oilkit shrugged and sat down to groom himself.
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"UGH THIS PLACE IS BORING NOW THE FLUFFYTAIL LEFT!"
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"Alright, you stalked me while I was training," Blackstone meowed. "Then you'd know that I - left - because of the warrior code." Because your kind lied to me and let me think this was StarClan, and then I learned the truth, he added mentally.
"I don't know why you bothered to remember me of all cats. But before you accuse me of anything, you should also know that in the two years since then I -- abandoned StarClan and the Code. I've killed cats - WindClan's allies, if you cared to know - and, you could say I've betrayed my leader." He wasn't lying. In the few moons before his death, the ex-WindClanner had basically been a revenge machine, so convinced of the rightness of his quest for vengeance on BloodClan that nothing, not his leader's declaration of alliance with them, nor the Code's rule against unnecessary killing, nor his father's disapproval, could stop him.
It had only been in the past...what, ten minutes?...since his arrival here, that he'd realized how far he'd gone wrong. He was having to hide the shock and disgust of that realization, didn't mean he didn't feel it though. The world still felt half unreal, especially now that he was essentially playing the part of Blackstone-fifteen-minutes-ago. -
"AG WHATEVER IM GOING TO LOOK FOR FUZZYTAIL AGAIN." She pauses. "NO FALLOWING ME." She bounded off.
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Frostbite cocked her head to one side but didn't question the she-cat. The white bengal didn't care about other cats.
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A little bit later she came back with Fuzzytail.
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"Who's this?" She asked, a dark glint in her dull silver eyes. Frostbite never seen this cat in the Dark Forest.
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"This is Fuzzytail, you probably haven't seen her because she's in the trees normally like me."
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Ugh, more tree lovers. Frostbite rolled her eyes and stood up. "And what do you do in the trees?" Frostbite teased, tail lashing.
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"Watch you train the apprentices."
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"Train? Pfft, I never train. I kill and take over." Frostbite snorted, sinking her claws into the ground.
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"We'll I watch the other cats train. I watch you do everything.
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Blackstone attempted to quietly wander away. This discussion had ceased to involve him, which he was glad of.
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"Perfect, another stalker." Frostbite mutters sarcastically, stifling a growl.
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She grabbed Blackstone's paw with her tail. "You ain't goin anywhere."
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Blackstone spun back towards the other cats, just barely suppressing a reflexive snarl. Getting torn to pieces wouldn't help but he was having a hard time keeping that in mind.
"What does it matter where I go? Don't you have plenty of other fresh crowfood to talk to? Or maybe creepily stalk?"