I own Dovepaw. I don't own anything else. Surprise, surprise.
AN I hate getting sick. Wrecks the creative process. In an answer to a question I got, I have no idea how long this will go.
"or maybe not."
"I hope your fighting skills are still good!" Dovepaw hissed, dropping into a defensive position.
With a yowl of rage, the ghost threw itself at me. I dodged the attack easily. The undead cat rushed at Dovepaw next. She launched herself over the creature, and dug her claws and teeth into its back. I hurried over, and raked my claws into the flank of the ghost. It hissed, and swung a paw at its muzzle. It hit the neck. The ghost ran off, and Dovepaw released her claws. "Nice shot Winterpaw."
I looked at my paw. "I was aiming for his head"
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We worked our way through the brush. Nearing the entrance of camp, we heard Cakestar talking with Kat and Goldenspark.
"I'm sure they're fine. They probably just ran into some good hunting, and decided to take it back."
"Hunting is right. Scorge was hunting us." I stated, as we walked into camp.
"And he probably wanted to take us back. Which probably wouldn't be a good tthing." Dovepaw added.
"How many times do we have to tell you two!? There is no ghost! Now go to your dens." Kat sounded off.
"No. We won't." I whispered.
"What was that!?"
"No, we won't!" I repeated louder. The kits, intrigued by the drama, peered out of the nursery.
"How long will it take you all to believe us!? When everycat dies!? When you're looking StarClan in the face!?" Dovepaw spat angrily. I stormed out of camp, and Dovepaw followed.
"You come back here now!" Cakestar yelled. We kept walking. We didn't even look back.
I spoke up. "So, everyone still think you poisoned Hazel?"
If looks could kill . . .