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Post by Darkness on Feb 22, 2022 17:01:37 GMT -5
----- Rottenpaw -----
NightClan apprentice , 6 Moons,
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He Who Walks In Darkness!
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STATS:
Writing With: Open: NightClan / Dark forest
Date Started: (Feb); 2/22/2022
Summary of the Thread: Rottenpaw dives deeper into Darkness, training in the Dark Forest and then in NightClan.
# Of Words: 190 Words
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WRITING CODE:
|| Font Type: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif ||
|| Point Of View: Third-Person ||
|| Font Size: 8 ||
|| Regular font for actions and descriptions. ||
|| Double Quotation Marks (“ ”): Quoting Words ||
|| Single Quotation Marks (‘ ’) and bold: Beginning the speaking of words ||
|| Italicized text for thoughts, followed by, he/she thought. ||
|| Underlined and in Caps for emphasis, RAGE, and ANGER! ||
|| Ellipsis (...): A pause at the end of sentence, that would be too long. ||
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ROLEPLAY:
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The sound of screaming, screeching cats hit his ears. Rottenpaw was asleep in his nest, deep in the Dark Forest. The eerie, but welcoming sound, made him move fast to catch up to the scene, that would be before him. He paused on a hill and peered over. A red tabby laid on the ground and a large tom stood over her, smeared in blood. The tom looked up at him, eyes gleaming yellow, and then he woke up in his nest. Rottenpaw awoke breathing heavy, and looked around the den. It was quiet, as cats still slept. He sighed.
Rottenpaw rose out of his nest and made his way out into camp. The day was just about over and night was had almost descended on them. The young tom, sat quietly eyes narrowed as he thought about his dream. He shook his head and made his way towards the camp entrance. His mind on wanting to kill something, anything, or at least train. Something to get his mind off the dream. He flexed his claws and rose to his paws and began to head in the camp entrance direction.
