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[size=36pt]Dream Walkers[/size]
[size=5pt]We Are Ninja[/size]
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OOC: In case you were wondering, both Jasperheart and Silverstar suffer from a sort of compulsive disorder.
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IC: By the time the grey and black spotted warrior had begun his lonely trudge back to camp, he was feeling a little grim. He had, of course, not bothered to take the mangled sparrow with him, as it would be of no use now. He could have buried the blood-soaked thing, but he didn't much feel like it at the moment, and had therefore decided to just leave it to be devoured by whatever scavenger came across it first. He couldn't care less. Yes, it could attract unwanted, dangerous animals, but really, what were the chances of that? ValoreClan hadn't seen any threat of a wild animal since the bear that killed Spiritstar. Oh, dear, why did I have to think of that? Jasperheart didn't at all like the gory memories of a battle long since won, and did his best to just ignore them. No point in getting upset about it now, is there? And the warrior felt better for the thought. When he at last reached the flat, open space of the mountain top, and was free of the many pine trees that swayed and danced on the mountain side, the dust-and-dirt-covered cat was feeling a good deal better, and vastly more cheerful. Life, is good. A joyful attitude, however, is even better!
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(I'd say it's about time to reword Silverstar's approaching Hazelight :) )
"Hazelight." I sound so firm! Not a hint of hesitance in my voice! Alas, I never sound like that... Silverstar had just marched stiffly up to the second-in-command, head held high, and no expression on his face. This was not at all like the worried leader, always terrified of failing Spiritstar's last wish, and Silverstar was painfully aware of it. How can I be so rude? I didn't even greet him! He's my deputy! I would have definitely shown more respect! But there was a more important, more urgent thing in the leader's mind, and in the leader's heart. He knew he must do it, and he could not even keep himself from doing it. The idea was planted, and the idea was there. Who or what exactly had placed it there, he did not know. I should be terrified about this. About the fact that I barely control my own body when this happens. But I would be doing these same things that I do now without my own consent, anyway. I would still fight for the end result. I certainly wouldn't go about it this way, but it all ends up the same, doesn't it? So what does it matter if I have no say in my actions? "Hazelight. I need you to come with me, and do exactly as I say."
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Glorypaw surveyed the camp, a grouchy expression on her face. Her gaze came to rest on a white cat, who's jaws were wide-spread in a yawn. Not only that, but he was blocking were view of the black rocks! Rather annoyed, the fluffy apprentice snapped loudly at the innocent tom, who's name escaped her. Something like 'EvilBad' or 'BadEvil', she thought. "Hey! Move it, puff-ball! You're in my way!" she demanded in a rather rude voice, completely oblivious to the fact that SinBad had as much right to stand where he pleased as Glorypaw did. Probably even more, as he he was a warrior, and she was merely an apprentice.
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That's me, always the same ol' Jupiter. Once I find what I like, there's no trying anything new. 
