p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);" "My young ones, I'm going to tell you a story. You here, little one-" Elder eye, the oldest cat in the (tribe), pointed at a small kit snuggled up to her mother. She moved back a little, causing the moss underneath her to be ripped to shreds. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);" "Rose thorn." her mother snapped. "You'll scratch up everything if you don't sit still!" "em style="box-sizing: border-box;"Sorry/em em style="box-sizing: border-box;"mother./em" her small, raspy voice made her sound strange, like she had just finished a coughing fit. "strong style="box-sizing: border-box;"em style="box-sizing: border-box;"Ahem./em/strong" Elder eye snorted. "As I was saying, this little one is descended from this legend. Unluckily for you all, it has some... er... em style="box-sizing: border-box;"colourful /emlanguage. For the queens in my audience, you may want to cover your kits ears. Now, this heroic legend begins with a old cat named..."/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);" O O O/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);" Haywind, a pale gold colored tom with a blind eye, stepped into the clearing. He lowered his muzzle to the ground, opened his jaws, and let the scents of the forest wash over his scent gland. He was searching for a trace of Tigerflower, his mate. This was routine now, something he did every day. But there was never even a trace of his one love. em style="box-sizing: border-box;"She left so long ago... She's probably dead. /emNo. He couldn't lose hope. She had to be alive. Finally, he sighed and raised his head. Beside him, TimePaw, his apprentice, hissed./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);" "This is pointless."/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);" "No it is not! We strong style="box-sizing: border-box;"will/strong find her, and don't speak to me that way!" Haywind snapped (his head) back, starting to pad out of the clearing. "Now, let's not be late for the gathering, as we so often are." /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);" Timepaw didn't budge, but instead growled, "Shut your ugly mouse hole, you withered old piece of fox dung." Haywind turned and glared at her, then turned again and continued walking through the near-silent forest, his padded feet making almost no sound as they slid across the wet forest floor. From experience, he knew that if he argued now, he would regret it. But Timepaw still did not budge from her place in the clearing, the moon shining down on her snow white fur. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);" "Oh, so you don't feel like arguing, Fox face?" Time paw meowed. "I bet Tigerflower left 'cause you're so ugly." She had only wanted to barb her boring old teacher, but this time, she had gone too far. Haywind whipped around as she started up a tree, his apprentice bursting into laughter. Snarling, he leapt up as far as he could and latched onto the tree with his claws outstretched. Slowly, he clawed his way up the truck digging his claws deep onto the rotting wood and finally reached Timepaw, who had stopped on a branch not far up the tree. He scratched her across the face, making three long, jagged, cuts along her eye./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);" "Tigerflower loves me!" He shouted (actually wondering that at the same moment.). Howling in pain, she scrambled higher, shrieking, "KillerThorn! Help!" After a little while, A dark shape materialized in front of Haywind and took the form of a dark furred cat. scars covered it's face, and it's claws were unnaturally long, covered in a dark red substance. With a chill, Haywind realized that it was blood./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);" "Hello," she rasped. As the dark mist faded away from her, He saw that she had very dark beige fur and startling yellow eyes. He thought that if you saw those eyes watching you in the middle of a battle, you'd be frozen. But this wasn't the middle of a battle. This was in a forest, his territory. He could escape this time. Haywind ran onto a branch and nimbly leapt from tree, never stopping, never resting. He ran as far as he could, but the mystery cat was on top of him before he knew it, scratching his neck and almost pushing him out of the small tree he had ended up in./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);" "Ow!" He yelped. A fall from this height wouldn't kill him, but this cat certainly would. The new cat ran back back to the first tree and grabbed Time paw. They climbed down almost to the ground, then leapt the last few feet and dashed away, vanishing into the mist along with his apprentices shell she had found as a kit. Haywind lowered his head to the ground and snarled, his neck throbbing with pain. He knew it was unlikely he would survive the night but that did not mean he would die with Timepaw and Killerthorn. He half jumped, half tumbled out of the tree and scraped words into the dust around him. He had but a moment to admire his work, and then collapsed, dead./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"strong style="box-sizing: border-box;" O O O/strong/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);" "ssssssss!" Timepaw hissed, as the bullet came zooming towards her out of no where. Killer thorn rushed to help, but she was too slow, all the running and killing had exhausted her. The bullet sped u style="box-sizing: border-box;"through/u Time paw, leaving a gaping hole through her small, gasping body. The bullet sped right on. It hit a large oak tree before falling into the mixture of dust, dirt, and sand, causing a few small animals such as lizards or mice to scurry out from underneath the tree's large roots./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);" "NO! HELP! SOMEONE HELP!" Killerthorn wailed, but all the while knowing it was too late. Weeping, she blessed Timepaw's small, frail body, hoping she would go to The Lunar tribe in the sky, and not the Dark Tribe, far underneath their feet. She did not want time paw to face the choice. She would make a mistake, as Killerthorn had done herself. "Well Rose-thorn you sure made a mess of things," said an unfamiliar voice. She tensed, then dashed to the cover of rocks, afraid of who it was. It was not often they heard of new cats in their Forrest, and KillerThorn span style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;" had never encountered one. When she looked around, she saw a that golden tom sat atop a rock, the early morning sunshine making it look like he had been covered in the finest liquid gold. Then she realized who it was. Golden shine, she knew. He had been her best friend before he had killed her mother. She hissed. He started to groom his paws, and glanced only briefly at her. "Well aren't you a strange one, mystrong style="box-sizing: border-box;"em style="box-sizing: border-box;"u style="box-sizing: border-box;" Rose /u/em/strong/spanspan style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"It really/spanstrong style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;" is /strongspan style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"a shame that I have to kill you."/span/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"To be continued... /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);" "Rose thorn." her mother snapped. "You'll scratch up everything if you don't sit still!" "em style="box-sizing: border-box;"Sorry/em em style="box-sizing: border-box;"mother./em" her small, raspy voice made her sound strange, like she had just finished a coughing fit. "strong style="box-sizing: border-box;"em style="box-sizing: border-box;"Ahem./em/strong" Elder eye snorted. "As I was saying, this little one is descended from this legend. Unluckily for you all, it has some... er... em style="box-sizing: border-box;"colourful /emlanguage. For the queens in my audience, you may want to cover your kits ears. Now, this heroic legend begins with a old cat named..."/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);" O O O/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);" Haywind, a pale gold colored tom with a blind eye, stepped into the clearing. He lowered his muzzle to the ground, opened his jaws, and let the scents of the forest wash over his scent gland. He was searching for a trace of Tigerflower, his mate. This was routine now, something he did every day. But there was never even a trace of his one love. em style="box-sizing: border-box;"She left so long ago... She's probably dead. /emNo. He couldn't lose hope. She had to be alive. Finally, he sighed and raised his head. Beside him, TimePaw, his apprentice, hissed./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);" "This is pointless."/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);" "No it is not! We strong style="box-sizing: border-box;"will/strong find her, and don't speak to me that way!" Haywind snapped (his head) back, starting to pad out of the clearing. "Now, let's not be late for the gathering, as we so often are." /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);" Timepaw didn't budge, but instead growled, "Shut your ugly mouse hole, you withered old piece of fox dung." Haywind turned and glared at her, then turned again and continued walking through the near-silent forest, his padded feet making almost no sound as they slid across the wet forest floor. From experience, he knew that if he argued now, he would regret it. But Timepaw still did not budge from her place in the clearing, the moon shining down on her snow white fur. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);" "Oh, so you don't feel like arguing, Fox face?" Time paw meowed. "I bet Tigerflower left 'cause you're so ugly." She had only wanted to barb her boring old teacher, but this time, she had gone too far. Haywind whipped around as she started up a tree, his apprentice bursting into laughter. Snarling, he leapt up as far as he could and latched onto the tree with his claws outstretched. Slowly, he clawed his way up the truck digging his claws deep onto the rotting wood and finally reached Timepaw, who had stopped on a branch not far up the tree. He scratched her across the face, making three long, jagged, cuts along her eye./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);" "Tigerflower loves me!" He shouted (actually wondering that at the same moment.). Howling in pain, she scrambled higher, shrieking, "KillerThorn! Help!" After a little while, A dark shape materialized in front of Haywind and took the form of a dark furred cat. scars covered it's face, and it's claws were unnaturally long, covered in a dark red substance. With a chill, Haywind realized that it was blood./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);" "Hello," she rasped. As the dark mist faded away from her, He saw that she had very dark beige fur and startling yellow eyes. He thought that if you saw those eyes watching you in the middle of a battle, you'd be frozen. But this wasn't the middle of a battle. This was in a forest, his territory. He could escape this time. Haywind ran onto a branch and nimbly leapt from tree, never stopping, never resting. He ran as far as he could, but the mystery cat was on top of him before he knew it, scratching his neck and almost pushing him out of the small tree he had ended up in./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);" "Ow!" He yelped. A fall from this height wouldn't kill him, but this cat certainly would. The new cat ran back back to the first tree and grabbed Time paw. They climbed down almost to the ground, then leapt the last few feet and dashed away, vanishing into the mist along with his apprentices shell she had found as a kit. Haywind lowered his head to the ground and snarled, his neck throbbing with pain. He knew it was unlikely he would survive the night but that did not mean he would die with Timepaw and Killerthorn. He half jumped, half tumbled out of the tree and scraped words into the dust around him. He had but a moment to admire his work, and then collapsed, dead./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"strong style="box-sizing: border-box;" O O O/strong/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);" "ssssssss!" Timepaw hissed, as the bullet came zooming towards her out of no where. Killer thorn rushed to help, but she was too slow, all the running and killing had exhausted her. The bullet sped u style="box-sizing: border-box;"through/u Time paw, leaving a gaping hole through her small, gasping body. The bullet sped right on. It hit a large oak tree before falling into the mixture of dust, dirt, and sand, causing a few small animals such as lizards or mice to scurry out from underneath the tree's large roots./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);" "NO! HELP! SOMEONE HELP!" Killerthorn wailed, but all the while knowing it was too late. Weeping, she blessed Timepaw's small, frail body, hoping she would go to The Lunar tribe in the sky, and not the Dark Tribe, far underneath their feet. She did not want time paw to face the choice. She would make a mistake, as Killerthorn had done herself. "Well Rose-thorn you sure made a mess of things," said an unfamiliar voice. She tensed, then dashed to the cover of rocks, afraid of who it was. It was not often they heard of new cats in their Forrest, and KillerThorn span style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;" had never encountered one. When she looked around, she saw a that golden tom sat atop a rock, the early morning sunshine making it look like he had been covered in the finest liquid gold. Then she realized who it was. Golden shine, she knew. He had been her best friend before he had killed her mother. She hissed. He started to groom his paws, and glanced only briefly at her. "Well aren't you a strange one, mystrong style="box-sizing: border-box;"em style="box-sizing: border-box;"u style="box-sizing: border-box;" Rose /u/em/strong/spanspan style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"It really/spanstrong style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;" is /strongspan style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"a shame that I have to kill you."/span/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 20px; caret-color: #333333; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"To be continued... /p