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Originally Posted by QueenCocaHead
Beetle walked to the river, washing the black blood off himself. His eyes widended when he smelled frogpaw. That pile of fox dung was hurting Moonpaw. Beetlepaws eyes gleamed, the same way as if he spotted the fattest squeril ever. He would make him pay. OH HOW HE WOULD PAY! Beetlepaw(who is the size of a warrior,cause he grow) walked out of the water soundlessly and crept in the shadows, waiting for the perfect time to attack.
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Frogpaw got up there was a cat, a cat he knew
beetle paw he thought
I know your there, you have a over welming smell he hissed turning around, he hated beetle paw always getting in his way