[SETTING: UC Camp. TIME: Right before the Trials] This was it. The trials. The test to see if Gingerflicker would survive. Gingerflicker wanted to survive. No, not wanted. Needed. Had to survive. It was time. Time time time. And... ... ... ... They were chosen. Him and Pebbleshore now had to fight to the d3ath. He would have to k1ll Pebs. His best friend. Nothing would ever be the same, no matter who di3d. Pebbleshore's bl00d would be on his paws, or vice versa. This was it. Nothing will ever be the same ever again. He stumbled towards the rock, eyes wide. Ocean could have sw0rn the ghosts of all of their friends were around sea, cheering shell on. Whispering that either way, everything would be okay. Or maybe Ginger was tired and hallucinating. Like maybe he was hallucinating this. But it wasn't a hallucination. The looks of the cats around him were too real, too horrifying to be something conjured up by urchin's mind. Some faces were gleeful. Others horrified. But most were just plain...shocked. From Snapdragonstar's tyranny, or from the fact how the warrior single-handedly feeding the clan was now about to di3. Voices whispered all around ocean, both of past and present. Rippleear's soft voice. Hummingbirdear's laugh. Crabear's heavy breathing. Secretdream's confession. Opaquebladestrike's teasing voice. Blending around sea as they stepped up. He gazed into Sbnapdragonstar's heterochromic eyes, hoping the wretched Tom could feel every ounce of resentment radiating from Gi. It was time. It would be okay... ... ... ... ...Right? (END OF RP)
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