Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 4, 2017 18:24:45 GMT -5
The Game---A Paranormal World Series One-shot.
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Link to main page: wcrpforums.com/thread/11448/aranormal-orld-eadquarters
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What Would You Give To Change It All? -- One-shot
Claire felt the rain drip lightly onto her muzzle. Outside, it must be raining so much that a normal cat wouldn’t be able to see three pawsteps ahead. But here, in the tunnels, all the cats were not just at risk from getting their pelt wet. They were more act risk from flooding.
Is was often like this. The small, seaside encampment of Normals had chosen a place like this just so the tunnels were the deadliest. They were used to the Paranormal armies using the tunnels by now, and had started camping just on the edge of the cliffs. The exit tunnels were fewer out here, and most of them were at sea level, only usable in clear weather and when the tide was far from the cliffs.
Claire Day, one of the Paranoramal’s foot soldiers, was Normal down to her bones. She one of the rare few who had joined in the war after Rattlesnake had died. Thus, she had not been changed, given the Gift.
The old word, used so, so many years ago, felt odd in her head. The Gift. Those Normals just outside these tunnels saw it as a curse. It was the thing that had taken their families away, the thing that had destroyed those old lake clans. It was what had started the War. Claire sniffed, and sighed. What the Normal army was fighting against was not the Paranormals themselves. They were fighting against the Paranormal sickness known as Mixed Blood.
Claire felt her eyes drawn behind herself, to their platoon leader. She had that sickness. Her paws left light dustings of frost wherever she stepped and her voice carried the cry of thunder. So far, Claire had only seen the effects of the sickness once. In the heat of battle. The tawny she-cat turned back to look out at the rain as it beat against the ground. She didn’t like thinking about that. The risks she was taking even by standing by her leader’s side.
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Link to main page: wcrpforums.com/thread/11448/aranormal-orld-eadquarters
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What Would You Give To Change It All? -- One-shot
Claire felt the rain drip lightly onto her muzzle. Outside, it must be raining so much that a normal cat wouldn’t be able to see three pawsteps ahead. But here, in the tunnels, all the cats were not just at risk from getting their pelt wet. They were more act risk from flooding.
Is was often like this. The small, seaside encampment of Normals had chosen a place like this just so the tunnels were the deadliest. They were used to the Paranormal armies using the tunnels by now, and had started camping just on the edge of the cliffs. The exit tunnels were fewer out here, and most of them were at sea level, only usable in clear weather and when the tide was far from the cliffs.
Claire Day, one of the Paranoramal’s foot soldiers, was Normal down to her bones. She one of the rare few who had joined in the war after Rattlesnake had died. Thus, she had not been changed, given the Gift.
The old word, used so, so many years ago, felt odd in her head. The Gift. Those Normals just outside these tunnels saw it as a curse. It was the thing that had taken their families away, the thing that had destroyed those old lake clans. It was what had started the War. Claire sniffed, and sighed. What the Normal army was fighting against was not the Paranormals themselves. They were fighting against the Paranormal sickness known as Mixed Blood.
Claire felt her eyes drawn behind herself, to their platoon leader. She had that sickness. Her paws left light dustings of frost wherever she stepped and her voice carried the cry of thunder. So far, Claire had only seen the effects of the sickness once. In the heat of battle. The tawny she-cat turned back to look out at the rain as it beat against the ground. She didn’t like thinking about that. The risks she was taking even by standing by her leader’s side.
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