Dogpaw's feral veins were racing with pure adrenaline as they crashed through into the clearing of Thunderclan. Her heart pounding, thumping like a race horse as she yowled out what could be perceived as a war cry but she was young, there was always time to perfect that. But now was the time for fighting and stomping out the opponent!
@
wren
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Blackadder darted through the shadows, practically unnoticeable with his slim body and pitch black pelt. Giving him away was his bright blue eyes; laced with fear and anxiety. The sooner this was all over, the better. He could go home and forget about the day completely, that's
if he got to go home.