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Post by » Sacrifice on Jul 20, 2008 22:28:47 GMT -5
Twilightfur felt weak, the sickness had finally claimed the former rogue. Clutching her mouse, like it was her barrier from death, she forced herself to move foreward. Each muscle felt as though it was attacked to an iron ball, dragging and slow. Fever racked her body, and finally, she collapsed. She knew she was dying, and knew that nobody would miss her. She had never though to seek out relationships with other cats; she was too focused on serving her clan. A single, whip[ery breath escaped the dying she cta, and odly enough, he last thought were of the kit she had brought in. Its red eyes had scared her, and she sensed evil beneath its pelt. She must warn the clan! Again, she tried to move, only to collpase in a bundle of fur, never to see life in the forest again. At least, not until other members of her clan went to Starclan. And odly enough, the last time she had drawn her final breath, Twilight had come, leaving the day to cool into the shades of night.
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