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 #4 Time: TFW The series continues as we take a look into the daily afterlife of Tigerstar… Sol: He doesn't do anything exciting. You'd basically be giving an analysis of him scratching his ass or something. Oh shut Sol, I've faced worse trolls than you. Sol: Like your face in the mirror? …You know what? I'm just going to ignore you. You're a fictional character. Sol: …You're talking to the words you're typing down as if they're characters from Warriors. Sol: … Sol: Hello? Sol: Really? Sol: My powers of trolling only work if I'm talking to someone! DX Tigerstar emerges from his dark evil den of doom (DEDD), fur stu

#2 Narrator Voice Thingy: Our story continues as we switch to a different PoV since some cat *glares at Thistleclaw* walked out on my first one! Now a most humble, most wise, and most kind cat takes the lead… Sol: Yeesh, enough of the word ‘most.’ Sol suddenly found himself in a lonely forest, and just happened to land right on top of a disgruntled Hollyleaf. Hollyleaf: What just…what? *unnerved* Who or what just landed on my bac- Sol and Hollyleaf’s eyes meet, their passion overflowing as anger and rage pours out… Hollyleaf: SOL! I told you to never return. And this time, I will ki- Sol: -I’m

 #1 Somewhere in the bleak territory of the Dark Forest full darkness and trees, Thistleclaw vainly struggles against the pressures of staying in character. Let's just see how this goes... Thistleclaw: We should be out there now, training to destroy the Clans! Mapleshade, surely you understand this whole thing is- *pause* Clearly our *ahem* 'hero' seems to have run into an obstacle. Thistleclaw: Mapleshade, what are you doing. Mapleshade: I was asleep. You imbecile, you woke me up! Thistleclaw: You're sleeping in the middle of our training grounds! Mapleshade: Hehe, and I'd like to see you try to move me. Besides, being fueled by noth

        Behind Her Mask       Ivypool awoke from her dream in a fit of unrest. Last night had not been as rigorous as it usually was, but she was instructed to observe Hollowflight's training, while also under Brokenstar's scrutinizing stare. Her insides were squirming with discomfort. She could risk her own safety, but the idea of training an innocent to cat to kill was like thorns imbedded in her pelt. Said pelt was also covered in scraps of feathers and moss. She shook them off and quickly licked her pelt clean of the blood crusting her fur. At least it isn't blood from killing... Her blood felt cold. A small queasy feeling was building