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Post by -^Fire^- on Mar 14, 2009 20:45:24 GMT -5
Dark, lean and well built Mokafang sat still in a trees her red gaze slipping along the ditches and shadows as she watched few Cresentclan cats stalk around and talk few words. It was atypical day in the dark clan. Mokafang was in a particularly good mood as she killed a cat not long ago and you could still see in the light her paws remained uncleaned. The stupid cat had challenged her to a fight to the death and others watched from a distance. The dark deputy never lost a battle and would continue to hold her position the way she did. The black she-cat with the white crescent moon on her chest looked for her leader she hadn't seen Aphoticstar in a while she wondered if perhaps someone had accident and possibly left her to take leader. She grinned at that thought. But then again she would have known by now... but she could always wish it would happen.
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Post by -^Fire^- on Jun 17, 2009 19:25:18 GMT -5
Days later.......
Dark as night, heart of black, silent but deadly, these were some of the many dark traits the Crescentclan deputy possessed. Her blood filled amber eyes pierced the black air, and her black pelt was invisible all but the white crescent moon on her chest, kept her whole body from being truly black. But her dead heart made up for it. Her tongue came across sharp razors that lined her jaws. The she-cat deputy peered down at the camp. Few eyes looked up to her. Cats were talking and others were eating, hogging their share of a meal. It was a typical ‘day’ in Crescentclan. Mokafang, the devil of the pack was bored. She spent her time teaching the dark clan cats below, showing them the way of Crescentclan. She loved watching them cause havoc in their clans it always made her smile. But for now she just watched. Watched the clan she would soon rule.
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