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Post by grey on Mar 26, 2008 11:49:49 GMT -5
Look I have a new poem!!!!!! ;D New Blood My clan has been fighting in a battle for some while now. We are all exhausted and We will not be able to fight much longer. Suddenly a warrior from another clan lunges at my throat. I did not move fast enough. He has sliced his claws through my neck letting a river of blood flow, staining the ground. I see only darkness. Then there are starry warriors all around me. I am in Starclan. I am told that I have lost a life. I return to the battle and feel as if I don’t have a wound. I feel refreshed and exhilarated. I have new energy rushing through my veins. I have new blood.
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Post by brambleflight on Mar 26, 2008 11:53:44 GMT -5
awesome it tells great description on how clan leaders loose lives!So cool!
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