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N i g h t p a w
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The she-cat known for her glassy grey eyes now sat perched upon a crushed monster. Her pelt was a patchwork of various dark and light browns and blacks while the majority of her pelt was a creamy color. Her chest was puffed up in mock comando while her claws made marks on the rusty metal monster beneath her.
Unknowing to Nightpaw, her thoughts followed the same path as Summerpaw's...
She dreamed of leading cats. She dreamed of one day actually being needed! She was brought into this world as an infant, her parents dead. She knew nothing of her past, nor very much of her parents. What she did know was that she was liked, in her clan, for all the wrong reasons...
Apparently her mother had been known to get around. For all Nightpaw knew, she might have siblings out there in the cold and lonely world she dwelled within. Her mothers legacy was passed on to Nightpaw and all the toms thought that once she became a warrior they could have their way with her. Some of the younger apprentices had even gotten a bit frisky with her! The nerve!!
This is what lead her to run away. And now she stood in this cold metal forest... Alone.
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