"Understood? Good. Lets go," Blizzard clucked briskly, already out of the hollowed-out tree. He shot a glance behind him, making sure they were following, and zipped towards Claw Flock camp. He pushed through the shrubs, trying to make the least noise as possible. Finally, he emerged into the enemy camp, and paused for a moment, looking around for biggest, densest, cluster of brush. Not wasting any time, he started to creep towards it, becoming one with the shadows.
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Stripe followed Cloud's fluffy white tail. He shivered as he realized that this wasn't just a game, it was a real, dangerous, battle. He could be killed. Or worse... he might have to kill someone else.