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Post by ~Stormy~ on Jan 31, 2009 14:10:58 GMT -5
A calico crept through the desert, not making a sound, unsensable. She crept into the MysticClan camp, making sure no cats were awake to see her enter before melting into the shadows of the camp wall. She crept silently towards the leader den. She saw NightStar, a black shape, still sick. "Oh, NightStar." She whispered so only he could hear. "Wake up."
(No one will know she's in here, and no one will see her.)
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Post by Gentle on Feb 14, 2009 1:44:50 GMT -5
Nightstar was sleeping, a troubled, sickly sleep. He woke quickly, not having been fully asleep. "Yes?" He mewed softly, replying to being called. He would not move though, nor would he get up. It was painful for him, to get sick as such. He had already lost a life from the sickness, he did not want to lose anymore.
The day before, it had been troublesome. His son, Midnightbreeze... He had not been a kit that was done on purpose. Midnightbreeze's mother... she was a Fireseer, and he had ran to her in his time of doubt. She bored his kit, and now something was the matter with him. He was always staring at Nightstar, a burning glow in his eyes. Only time would tell what he wanted though, only time could tell.
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Post by ~Stormy~ on Feb 14, 2009 1:51:45 GMT -5
Then NightStar must likely feel a sense of doom creeping on him, most likely fear too. Just as Vixen's victims always did. "Hello. How did you sleep. The sickness getting better?" Agter a while, he would have noticed this wasn't a voice that belonged to his Clanmates, it was soprano but threatening and deadly.
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