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[Gerbil]

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Never thought I'd hear that from you Birdy! You've joined the darkside!!!

Might be fun to help found a new evil clan!

>:}

Yeah! I'm sure Crow is open to ideas...

 

[duckluv]

What is there to understand, Gerbil? Pain? Torture? Blood? Weapons? Other? Why am I asking you so many questions?

 

[Gerbil]

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AHHH!!! QUESTION OVERLO----

 

[Delta2 23]

I'm so sad cos I don't have time to RP anymore!!!

I'm meant to be working! But I'm not! So many things due!

Duck with an F, I replied to you on WC about the toad invasion.

 

[Gerbil]

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Chookies! I'm just glad you still come on.

I have a math test due tomorrow, yeesh! Thanks for reminding me, I shall be poofing pretty soon now.

 

[Delta2 23]

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AHHH!!! QUESTION OVERLO----

DUCK WITH AN F! *thinks felt is quite a useless material*

....Sorry, I was reading my journals

 

[Delta2 23]

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Chookies! I'm just glad you still come on.

I have a math test due tomorrow, yeesh! Thanks for reminding me, I shall be poofing pretty soon now.

'ey Herbil

Thanks, things have been hellish around here. I have an 850 word report due complete with multitude of dastardly diagrams which I can't find a scanner for.....

Should be fun.

Good luck with that. I just got results for my latest maths test back this morning. 56/60.

 

[duckluv]

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AHHH!!! QUESTION OVERLO----

DUCK WITH AN F! *thinks felt is quite a useless material*

....Sorry, I was reading my journals

Indeed it is.

 

[Gerbil]

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Chookies! I'm just glad you still come on.

I have a math test due tomorrow, yeesh! Thanks for reminding me, I shall be poofing pretty soon now.

'ey Herbil

Thanks, things have been hellish around here. I have an 850 word report due complete with multitude of dastardly diagrams which I can't find a scanner for.....

Should be fun.

Good luck with that. I just got results for my latest maths test back this morning. 56/60.

Yay! Diagrams!

Wish you all the luck in SA! Or at least most of it.

Thanks!

 

[duckluv]

"Your attention, please!"
The battlescarred American Game rooster's harsh voice rang out through the hillside clearing as he paced in front of the two logs decked with berries and mice at which his clan was seated, his battlespurs glinting in the moonlight. Instantly, all of his followers' heads turned towards him, food forgotten as they waited for his words.
"Before we continue with our feast," the rooster said, "our poet and broody, FogSight, has written a war song about our latest battle. FogSight? Step up."
Obediently, a Delaware Blue Hen hen with a missing eye stood from her position amongst the others. Walking up next to the rooster, she lifted a birch bark scroll to her eye and read off of it:

"The mountain mice are sweeter,
But the valley mice are fatter;
We therefore deemed it meeter,
To carry off the latter!

We made an expedition;
We met defense and broke it;
We forced a strong position,
And killed those who held it.

Fierce warriors rushed to meet us,
We met them and overthrew them!
The struggled hard to beat us;
But we conquered them and slew them!

The leader marched forth to catch us,
His rage surpassed all measure,
But his people could not match us.
He fled to his castle of stick and vine,
And to here our force set off.
Some sacked his house and cellar,
While others stabbed him, and cut his head off!

We there, in strife bewildering,
Spilt blood enough to swim in;
We orphaned many chicks,
and widowed many hens.

We brought away from battle,
Those who submitted, to be slaves;
And the head of he who ruled them,
ForestStar, of the bold and the brave.
His herb and drink supplied our feast,
And his overthrow, our chorus!"

The chickens seated at the logs cheered. "Long live NightStar! Long live FireClan!" The loudest of them was a small pullet the color of a moonless night, her eyes bright.
Once everyone had quieted, the rooster, NightStar, shouted, "Feast, my followers! Eat your fill under this moon as StarClan thanks you for wiping out yet another weak group!"
While most dug into the food with relish, the pullet didn't touch a bit of it, much too excited.
Before she could get to the abandoned fox den in which the apprentices slept, though, she was stopped by NightStar.
"Nervous, DarkPaw?" he asked, looking down at her.
"Not at all, Father," she replied with a grin.
"That's my girl! Now go get some sleep. You have a big day in store." The cock smiled as he watched his favorite child spint off. "She's always been the best," he murmured to himself. "She'll be the envy of the clans with a bit more training!" Chuckling, he strutted off to his den.
As she stepped down into the den, she saw that her her siblings were chatting about tomorrow.
"What do you think we'll have to do?" her sister, MidnightPaw, whispered, referring to the warrior's assignment that each apprentice had to pass. It was kept secret until the day they took it, and when the new warriors came back, there was something different about them.
"I know! We'll have to-" one of her brothers, WildPaw, started, but was cut off by DarkPaw's other brother, FlamingPaw, who yanked a frizzled feather from his wing.
"Oh, shut up, will ya?" he muttered, spitting out the feather.
"That hurt, you idiot!" WildPaw screeched, throwing himself at FlamingPaw and ripping out a hunk of his neck feathers. The two got into a horrible fight, but MidnightPaw and DarkPaw managed to sleep through it. Such fights were common between apprentices and the older chicks. As she drifted off, DarkPaw thought sleepily, I can't wait for tomorrow.

The next morning, the young chickens were awoken at the crack of dawn by a Dutch bantam hen who wore a smirk on her beak. "Wake up, kiddos! Today's the big day!" she trilled.
The apprentices groggily began getting up, stretching and preening. When they were wide awake, they followed the hen in a single file line through the empty territory to a great dome built from stones and mud that stood in the center of camp. Three guards rolled away the boulder that was the door and ushered the ten apprentices inside.
It was a sight they could never have imagined.
All of the warriors sat on ledges that stuck out from the walls. The chickens who they had taken from battle huddled in a tight group on the ground with no hope of escape, what with every single FireClan warrior staring at them. The floor was of dry, hard ground, and the inside of the dome was lit by fireflies that had been captured the night before.
"Welcome, my faithful apprentices!" a deep voice boomed. Out of the shadows stepped NightStar, the gamecock's dark smile enough to make the boldest warrior shiver. "You have been trained well, and now we will test your skills. The chickens we took prisoner are average level warriors - the ones you will usually battle. To see how well you can fight, you will each be put against one of them in a fight to the death. If you win, you become a warrior. If you lose, your corpse will be thrown into the river. You will go in this order: FlamingPaw, MossPaw, RedPaw, WildPaw, StonePaw...."
DarkPaw ended up being the last one to fight, and with each death - both apprentice and warrior - she felt as though what they were doing was wrong. When it was her turn to fight, her heart was insisting that she couldn't do this. And so, as a young rooster was shoved forward, she flew at her father, talons first. The two turned into a screeching blur, blood flying everywhere as DarkPaw struggled to avoid her father's battlespurs.
"Get out of here!" the pullet screamed to the rooster before passing out from blood loss. The last thing she saw was her father's cold face as he mouthed the word 'traitor'.

With a moan, DarkPaw opened her eyes, squinting in the bright sunlight. As she slowly adjusted to the light, she tried to push herself up with her wings, only to fall back down with a stifled scream of pain.
"Don't move; it will be better in a moon or two," a soft voice told her. Padding over, the rooster from the arena leaned over her. He was a handsome Black Breasted Red Phoenix, his face filled with worry.
"Where am I?" she croaked, her throat dry. "Who are you?"
"You are far, far away from that horrible place. My name," he said quietly, "is PhoenixFire."


Boom, I wrote. Everyone else seemed to be doing it, so I thought I should post something I wrote a while back.
Don't know if I'll continue this or not, I'll wait to see what people say.