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Chapter Four: Darkened SandsGame of Blood: Chasing the SunChapter Four: Darkened Sands by Dreamhunter03
Chapter Four: Darkened Sands
Another groan sounded from the white-pelted she-cat as she shook out her fur spraying gritty sand everywhere. Her eyes were narrowed against the sharp wind that flung sand at them, stinging their skin through their fur. “How are we supposed to find the Chosen without being found by PhoenixClan first? I highly doubt they’d be too pleased to discover a traitor travelling with a WaveClan warrior and a SnowClan warrior,” she grumbled.
“You don’t enjoy the feeling of sand underneath your paws?” Rainpatch gasped in mock surprise.
Icepetal glowered at him, “no, I much prefer the feeling of snow.”
“What? That cold, icky, wet, sludgy stuff that’s freezing cold and chases all the prey away? How could anyone enjoy that in the slightest way?” the WaveClan tom pressed.
“At least it’s better than gritty sand and salty water.
Chapter Three: Cracks in the WallsGame of Blood: Chasing the SunChapter Three: Cracks in the Walls by Dreamhunter03
Chapter Three: Cracks in the Walls
Panicked eyes opened to see nothing but dark gray walls and a small beam of pale light that trickled in through a crack in the roof of the cavern. Pebbles lay scattered at the mouth of the cavern that peered out into a hall of gray stone. Everything with her mountain kingdom was gray; from the floor to the roof, it was all a dull shade of gray. Only the throne room was alive with light and colour as it looked out towards the valley of the Clans.
The fragile threads of her dream were beginning to snap and fade stirring yet another inward panic attack. She clutched frantically at the remaining threads as if they represented her life. Their faces remained burned in her eyelids and every time she blinked they were watching her with murder in their eyes. “Away, demons,” she hissed under her breath, careful not to wake the sleeping tom beside her.
For the first time in her life
Chapter Two: Gentle WavesGame of Blood: Chasing the SunChapter Two: Gentle Waves by Dreamhunter03
Chapter Two: Gentle Waves
Light green eyes fluttered open as soft rays of morning light filtered into the warm den. A chilly ocean breeze drifted through the den, bringing with it the salty smell of the ocean and the sound of large waves crashing into the rocks far below the camp. Quiet purrs of content, sleeping cats filled the den with a pleasant rumble and the owner of the eyes wanted nothing more than to burrow further into the warm fur of his sleeping mate and go back to sleep. “Duty calls,” he grumbled to himself before his jaw opened in a large yawn.
The stirring of another cat in the den caught his eye as his jaw closed with a quiet clack. His mate shifted beside him, uncomfortable now that her source of warmth was growing cold. A smile spread across his muzzle as he stared down at the peaceful sleeping face of his beautiful mate. She had no idea how happy she made him. “You’re up
Chapter One: Blood in the SnowGame of Blood: Chasing the SunChapter One: Blood in the Snow by Dreamhunter03
Chapter One: Blood in the Snow
Thick snow had fallen overnight, covering pale green grass with a blanket of cold powder. Grey clouds still bubbled and boiled in the sky but it could not stop the red light pulsating from the low hanging blood moon. It cast an ugly feeling down on the cats living underneath it. Sure the sun still rose every morning but every cat could tell that it was rising less and less each day. The Clans were worried that one day…one day they’d wake up but the sun wouldn’t and they’d be stuck in eternal darkness ruled over by a bloodthirsty she-cat. Not that Crimson ever really made her presence known within the six Clans anymore, not since she’d raised her mountain kingdom from the ground and taken her two blood-oath takers plus the strange tom with her. Yet there were always rumours of a shadowy figure gliding through the forest with eyes as red as blood. Even when Cr
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