Offspring
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❝ 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 ❞ If there was a difference between life and death, Citrinemoon could not distinguish the dissimilarity. She was soulless, the happiness which could formerly be felt inside her gone with a dead soul - her mate who filled in the empty gaps of her life. She felt like a walking dead, bearing the responsibility of being the deputy of ShadowClan while secretly wishing to have a place in a perfect family. ShadowClan had had it tough. Loss of lives on the battlefield. Countless warriors headed towards victory but losing their last breaths under the enemies' red claws. Seven warriors left, however, luck never ever turned its head towards their way. When an unexpected piece of news hit the clan suddenly like a huge wave of shock, could she possibly assist the clan and the offspring to survive the ultimate disaster... or it will be the end of the clans... Credits Cover - @-loveyu
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"Dead bodies were- littered everywhere." She struggled to find her voice. "A cat who's claws are stained red roams our borders, no one can stop her! Many will attempt but they won't make it out alive!"With one large and terrifying gasp for air she collapsed to the ground. "Be aware, Breezepaw. Danger will come crawling where you least expect it. Like a cricket hiding within the grass." A cat roams owlclan's borders with blood stained claws and a pelt littered with battle scars. She's on a killing spree, a ravage some may call it. She doesn't hesitate to rip out the throats of those who defy her and you shouldn't test her temper. The moment this tortoiseshell got a wiff of blood she knew she would love to see others bathed in it. So this is what victory feels like? Seeing your opponent's look of terror as they realize what you've just done to them. It's marvelous, nothing can match. It don't matter who you are, you can be her kin, her leader or her friend. It doesn't matter if you get in her way she won't hesitate to rip you of your life. A Massacre that resulted in Owlclan's downfall. Caused by one cat. "I told you I always win, _______" - Her last words.

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