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Post by Shade on Jul 6, 2009 21:52:26 GMT -5
Fur flashed and blood was spilt. It was a dream she had had many times, though, there was always a strange twist somewhere along the way. In front of the beautiful warrioress stood Waterlimb, a tall glorious Thunderclan warrior. He had been her mate, yes, though it was never made formal. He had been so perfect for her and now she was stuck in this loop of watching him leave, over, and over, and it would be so until the day she died. Forever he had said, promied her, and than she watched as his pelt disappeared into nothing. He had left her for some riverclan she-cat, who as he had put it, better suited his needs.
She awoke, her breath coming in quick gasps. She hated sleep, in fact she hated life. For she knew everyday she would have to wake up and know he was gone, and every night she would sleep re-living it. Why had it been her? Was she bound to suffer, to be miserable? She sighed grimly and rose, walking from the warriors den with sorrow in her eyes. Perhaps she would be put on a patrol, maybe even a hunting party. |
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