The Warrior

The Warrior

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"Wh-Who are you?" I asked in a shaky voice as I slowly backed away from the cat. "Not need to freight, I'm here to help you...border patrol found you floating in the river, we thought you were dead but you were only unconscious...you had a wound on your head so Bigfur and I fixed you right up and left you here to rest up," the she explained in a soft voice. I began to relax a bit at her tone; it was soothing. "I still don't know who you are," I mewed, less shaken. "Oh dear me, I apologize for my rude manner...I'm Royalflower, one of the medicine cats here at ThunderClan."
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| this is for an rp, so the timing of how things went is different from the series itself; however SPOILERS may show up so read at your own discretion. | Lion's face was suddenly smashed into the wall. Everything went silent. Scarlett had snapped. She'd managed to get ahold of Lion's scruff, rolling onto her paws, coincidentally spinning Lion around her and then slammed her forward into the wall. Lion jolted back with a gasp, eyes swelling with pain as she stumbled over herself, a paw rubbing at her face. Scarlett stood with her head raised now, glaring at her, watching as blood dribbled from her nose. Narrowing her eyes as her pupils turned to slits, she lifted her chin and tilted her head. "Who's next?" BloodClan has just been formed. The cat to be known as a dictatorial tyrant lies in wait for the perfect opportunity. While this goes on, one of the first BloodClan kits is born with a fate she could've never predicted for herself or the clan she calls home. But just how did she get there?

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