WAZZUP??
OMFG I am such a bitch.
Haz deleted Lies and Deception RIGHT AFTER THEY FOUND OUT WHO TEH KILLER WAS!!
I'm a bitch. I know.
But, I'm going to attempt to make another Warriors chapter story because I'm bored off my ass and I have no life whatsoever.
Kidding. I have a life.
Sooooooooooooooooo, this one is about an OC of mine. I made up the basic idea of this story while daydreaming in Math class, so it's not my best idea, but I'll give it a shot. I'm hungry.
Anyways, lessa go with da first chapter
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Cold. Cold as ice. He was numb, but he could feel the cold. The cold, oh dear StarClan, the cold. He didn't know how much more walking he could do before he froze to death. His fur was matted with ice and blood spots. His eyes were no longer the bright blue they once had been. They were dull, hollow almost, and clouded as he narrowed them to slits just enough to see a little. His paws ached and the harsh wind roared in his ears. He pressed on although his will to live was fading. He gasped out a breath and collapsed in the pure white snow. The blizzard raged on. Snow piled on top of him. He closed his eyes slowly, fading away.
Darkness.
Silence.
Numb.
Movement.
Movement? What? Just on the verge of consiousness, he felt himself being moved. A quiet yowl broke the silence. He sank lower, the voices fading. He felt nothing. Nothing at all.
Warmth.
He was warm. He came to the verge and crawled over the dividing line between unconscious and conscious. He breathed. Pain. Pain like no other shot through him. His dull blue eyes creaked open just the slightest. All he saw were blurs. Blurs, and he heard voices. Voices of cats. Despite the pain, he forced his jaws open to croak out "Where am I?". He didn't recognize his voice. But at least he wasn't cold.
One voice answered "LunarClan".
He sank back into the realm of unconscious.