She was hot. Actually that wasn't doing her justice. She was just so beautiful, almost beyond imagination. She was a mans dream.
With long auburn hair and gorgeous amber eyes, and a perfect hourglass figure, and bright red lips, she was just stunning.
"She's the Witch of the South?"
Mapleshade spun around, a blur of colors.
"Who's this?" Mapleshade turned to her, a confused look on her face.
"I'm training her."
"But-"
"Before you say she's a girl I just want to say I am aware of my gender and hopefully Hawkfrost is too." Ivypool crossed her arms and glared at Mapleshade defiantly.
Mapleshade laughed. "I like her already."
"You stand alone."
"As usual."
Brokenstar stepped out of the shadows tilting his head.
"All right now that the introduction are over, shall we began?"
"Ah, you are old."
"Excuse me?"
"You said shall."
"Yes well I was trying to act all formal like the villains in the movies."
"You failed." Ivypool smirked at him. She didn't know why she was so at ease with the murderer, but for some reason these people, as messed up as they were, made her loosen up.
Brokenstar rolled his eyes and turned away, nodding to Breezepelt who emerged behind him, an amused expression on his face.
After Brokenstar had punched her, she had awakened. She knew the encounter couldn't have been a dream because there was a bruise on her jaw. She had gone about her day in a trance like state, and the second her head touched the pillow, she was here again.
Mapleshade smiled at her. "So I am to train her?"
"I believe so. Unless Hawkfrost changed his mind. Like a smart person would do."
Ivypool interrupted. "Well, if a smart person wouldn't train me, we know quite well Hawkfrost will."
Brokenstar turned to Tigerstar.
"How did you handle five of these creatures?"
"Yeah… five weren't intended, there was just no such thing as birth control."
Hawkfrost sighed. "Are we just going to talk?"
Ivypool felt excitement stir within her.
"Alright lets start. Breezepelt attack Ivypool."
"What?! But I haven't learned anything yet-"
She was cut off by Breezepelt fist connecting with her jaw.
Sorry about the whole sexist thing. I have no idea why auto correct didn't catch that.
Thank you all for being suck awesome reviewers!
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