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Ocean's surpriseIn the middle of the camp clearing there was a grey warrior stretched out, sleeping. The she-cat's belly was exposed to the sky, soaking in its warm rays. Her little paws were curled up by her muzzle, their differing colors gleaming in the light. Long white whiskers stuck out from the light grey muzzle of the cat, quivering every so often. Finally, the she-cat's eyelids moved, showing a little flash of dark blue. Her mouth opened into a little pink yawn as the warrior began to awaken.
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Oceanbell blinked, the sunlight hurting her eyes. She squinted, allowing time for her eyes to adjust. Once her pupils were dilated, she stretched her eyes open wide, taking in the camp at a glance. It was sunhigh, and most of the cats were lounging about, lazily eating or quietly sharing tongues. Oceanbell stretched her forepaws over her head, feeling her back crack with satisfaction. Licking her jaws, her ears twitched as they heard a low rumbling. She looked down at her belly, the obvious source of the
Windclan Tour Contest Entry"Be careful with them." The pale gray and white furred she-cat meowed to the light brown tabby tom before her. "They're only kits." She looked down at the three kits before her. "Now Thistlekit, Sedgekit, Swallowkit. You three be good to Owlwhisker." She meowed gently to them. They nodded to their mother before breaking out into a playfight again.
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The tom let out a soft purr. "Don't worry Gorsetail, I'll keep them safe. We're only touring the camp a bit." At that, he took the lead, leading the hyper kits away from their mother with his tail.
The tom looked down at the tumbling kits. "C'mon kits, get serious, do you want to see the camp?" At that, the kits fell into line behind the larger tom and followed him as he led them away from the nursery.
He turned right, leading them towards the entrance of camp. The entrance was a sloped and narrow strip of dirt, tall grass were on either side. Owlwhisker turned to the kits. "This is where the cats leave and enter camp." He meowed. He pricked
True Story, Fake MeI sat in class, my teacher at the whiteboard, writeing notes down as usual. I looked at the person sitting next to me, she was my closest friend. I looked at the teacher again, sighing and takeing down more of the notes. I ignored that my writeing was sloppy, continueing in the unreadable writeing. The room was very quiet, we seemed to be waiting for the teacher to talk again.
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Suddenly the fire alarm went off. We jumped out of our chairs and ran towards the door. Then, we heard a loud bang. Everyone froze as an announcement went off. "Attention students and staff! This is a lockdown! There is a gunman in the school building." It shouted over the intercom. The teacher imediatly hearded us to the corner of the room.
We sat down quietly on the floor, for once, we were completely silent. Not a whisper passed through us. This was REAL. It was truely REAL. My friend sat beside me, crying in fear. I patted her back, trying to calm her, though my own heart was breaking a hole in my ribcage.