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Oakstripe

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A white and brown striped tom sat by a small flowing creek. His mind swirled just as the creek did, one thought would come in, then go right out, just as a creek would sweep away a leaf that didn't belong there. The soft breeze ruffled his fur, but other than that everything felt so still. The creek made a gentle noise, although there were no fish. His eyes showed no emotion, but there was so much flying through his mind. Then there was a snarl and a distant yowl that broke the silence.

What the StarClan?! He thought, and tried to find out what this noise was. It was definitely from a cat, yes. But what Clan? Oakstripe sniffed. It was SunClan and MoonClan. But on their own territory. He relaxed, until her heard a battle cry. It was wordless, but it was bone chilling all the same. Whatever was happening over in MoonClan territory, it was none of his business. Oakstripe turned his head away from where he heard the noises. He normally liked battle, but not today. Today he felt different. He felt . . . odd. Not in a perfect way at all. He just didn't feel right. Like something was going to happen that he would regret forever.

Trying to shake off the thoughts, he looked back into the creek. He saw his reflection, before a leaf had fallen into the creek and wrecked it. Once again his reflection returned, but he turned away. He didn't want to see himself. He didn't looked the same. His white pelt was a dull gray, and his brown stripe were darker that usual. Maybe if I groom myself . . . And so that's what he did. Oakstripe groomed himself, but some saltly, sticky taste came to his mouth. He knew what it was . . .he just couldn't name it. Then he heard another distant yowl. Then he knew what it was. It was blood he tasted. But why? Why blood? He hadn't fought for moons, and no, it didn't taste like fresh-kill blood. It was cat blood.

Just then Oakstripe heard a twig break. he instantly turned around and looked right at the bush where the noise had came from. He pelt bristled and his tail fluffed up. His intense blue eyes locked on the bush. ' Come out, I know you're there'

[/b] He hissed, not even a hint of kindness in his voice. He prepared to chase whoever had disturbed his peace if they attempted to run away. [/size][/blockquote]

Dreams are like rainbows, but only idiots chase them

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