KinkyPetal and BloodOwl raced, leapt, climbed and weaves their way through the now darkening forest. They had to make it back to camp, before moonset, or the predators that lurked in the humid, damp forest, got them.
"KinkyPetal! Over here!" BloodOwl called, scraping his blunt claws into the crumbling ground. KinkyPetal calmly padded over to BloodOwl, not paying any attention. BloodOwl continued to scrape his claws over the earth, digging up stones as he did. He soon dug up twelve cold, hard stones. "Here! KinkyPetal!" BloodOwl hissed, annoyed at her unfocusedness, BloodOwl shoved some stones in front of the dazed KinkyPetal, before sprinting off, to the peaceful serenity of SilentClan camp. KinkyPetal snapped out of her lapse of concentration when BloodOwl shoved several round, cold stones under her pink nose. She picked them up delicately and started to sprint back to BloodOwl, hearing growls follow her every step.
KinkyPetal caught up with BloodOwl, who was waiting patiently at the camp's dry and spiky entrance. They both entered together, stones in mouths. "Our faithful warriors have returned!" QuietStar yowled to her uncertain Clan. "They have brought us the stones we need! Now it is time to cast them!" Her voice never faltered as she spoke. "I will begin!" QuietStar yowled, she picked up a stone and waited for her deputy, SmokeSong, to carve a line in the earth. As he did, QuietStar placed her stone to the 'agree' side. She had chosen to aid StormClan in their time of need. All older cats gathered around the stones, they each picked one up in their mouth's, waiting patiently to cast their stone. "One by one, you will cast your stones!" QuietStar's commanding voice rang out. Each cat thought about their decision before placing their stones down.
Soon, seven cats had chosen the 'agree' side, while the other five, chose the 'disagree' side. "The stones have been cast! If a war breaks out between the Clans, we will aid StormClan!" QuietStar raised her voice for the last four words. Some cats bowed their heads in fear for what had been done, while others meowed loudly and triumphantly.
If there was a war between SoulClan and StormClan, SilentClan would be in the middle of it.
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MockingJay's Curse
FantasiOne cat... One cat that burns with the brightest flame... With a pelt the colour of darkness... Fly pretty bird, fly... One day we will catch you... One day...
