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[size=45pt]{- Venomstripe[/size]
sunclan || deputy || 15 moons || silver chocolate tabby
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Don't need the system-
We can kill them if we try!
Shoot up everything we see,
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[fancypost bgcolor=#4F4F4F; border: 1px dashed black; border-radius: 0em 0em 0em 0em; width: 500px] [justify]It was at this point that Venomstripe, deputy of SunClan, came in.
Looking at the WindClanner, the silver chocolate tabby looked up at her inferior 'fellow' anti-Clanmates. "So, you're talking about StarClan?"
She had a personal vendetta against StarClan-it'd began far before this life, when she was still Eris. SunClan, being an anti-Clan and all, wasn't exactly on the side of StarClan, which somewhat helped her-though of course, up until very recently, she and SunClan had been mutual enemies. Funny how things worked out. Well, the enemy of your enemy is your friend...
"We aren't some f**king Clan. I can see why this little f**ker would think her false gods would make her do something like this. Clanners are kinda crazy, y'know." Her gaze dropped to the apprentice again. "You know what we do to Clanners, kitty?"
And to traitors... She was a repeated traitor herself-it was only logical that she would hate her competition.[/justify]
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And we'll write it on the wall-
"I hope you die."
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comments: N/A
muse: Medium low
word count: 155
mood: Angry
addressing: Glitterblood (awesome name, btw) and Icepaw
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