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Post by impala67 on Nov 25, 2017 12:17:38 GMT -5
Hello, hello! Can anyone hear me? If you can please answer... Anyone... Please..... It has been one moon since the clans fell The sky has been dark since that fateful night. You remember it like it was yesterday, the screams, blood, and worst of all...the body's. It had started early that day. The leader had come down with a strange sickness. Nothing we had seen before. SUNHIGH: the leader goes crazy, biting and scratching like mad. SUNTILT: the scratched and bit cats come down with the sickness too. AFTERNOON: the leader starts to foam at the mouth, and looses life after life. By that night the clans were as good as dead. But it got worse. The dead rose once more. But not as the good cats we once knew, nor as starclan cats. They had no mind. They're only goal was to kill, to kill and increase they're numbers. Every cat That is bit turns in a hour. Hello. Can you hear me? Please come save me. Oh starclan, its cold... So cold. P L E A S E....... Some one... Help. Open! Just give me some info about your cat and you are good to go. The Cats
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Post by impala67 on Nov 26, 2017 9:10:47 GMT -5
Bump
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