scripturient i ----- 'arts less' Rusty took a big breath, before skipping over the the fence and into the woods, his eyes shining. The warriors gasped as he walked into camp, but quickly, they forgot, for merely a moon later, he was the most skilled feline in that clan. But the stars don't give you perfect warriors without reason, and everyone began to worry of what was to come. Slowly but surely, the stars began to disappear from the night sky. ----- 'efts tadpole' the tunnel-like space turned in an eternal maze, navigated by a sole feline. She did not breath, she did not eat, she was cursed, to walk this land forever. Her tortoiseshell pelt had become dirty and dusty with time. She had to dodge the shadows at every turn, but either way, she could not see. The only flickering lights seemingly moons away. .end. first : https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/777361408/ next : n/a previous : n/a
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