He looked at the shelf from his bed. Its digital counter read thirty, and he dreaded tomorrow. BadMinecarfter knew that tomorrow he would have to bring the counter down to twenty-nine. And he knew that it wouldn't be easy He still remembered how he got it like it was yesterday. He remembered it was a night like tonight. A man haunted his dreams, with eyes that were pure white.

The gray tabby blinked. "I would guess they have another prophecy for ThunderClan." The brown tom flicked his ears and looked questioningly at him. "Well," the silver tom continued, his blue eyes glowing in the silver light. "All the previous prophecies have come in succesion, one coming as the previous one is fulfilled. As one was just fulfilled, I would presume another is coming.

The players shot off the pedestals, some going for the middle, some going for the surrounding forest. Sheyren was one who went for the forest, hoping to get some chests with weapons and armor.

Life as a rogue was harsh. No one would feed you when you grew too old to hunt. Or when you where you were sick. So when someone were to offer you the bones of a Skeleton, you would be grateful. It didn't matter if they were a player or a wolf. The player had saved me. I would be forever loyal to him.