by Hopeflower » Sun Oct 14, 2007 1:05 am
"That settles it," Bloodspill meowed. She shoved Firestreak into a clump of bracken and called, "Hey Frostpaw, Snowpaw! Have I got a story for you..." The two apprentices came running, their ears pricked eagerly. "When I was a rogue," Bloodspill began, "there was a cat. He loved to eat young cats about your age and size. Especially white cats with brown paws!" Snowpaw looked horrified, Frostpaw as though she was drinking in every word. "His pelt was gray as ash, his eyes as yellow as the moon," the black she-cat went on. "And he only attacked the morning of a full moon!" She flicked her tail as a signal for Firestreak to come running out of the bracken.
"Gotta have a little sadness once in a while so you know when the good times come."
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