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REVENGE

The she cat walked next to the river. She was jet black except for a patch of white that dominated half her face, white socks and a white tail tip. The patch on her face snaked around her right eye, then swerved to avoid her nose before disappearing under her chin. Both her eyes were a light grayish-blue, the picture of innocence. She hated them. The sixteen moon old cat was lithe but with powerful haunches great for swimming and jumping. Her claws were a good length. Not short, but not long enough to snag. She devoted her free time to making sure they were in perfect condition for attacking. Well, some of her free time. Some was spent on battle practice. Many people have told her she was made for BloodClan, but she has a loyalty to her Clan that is almost impossible to rival. She would give her life for her clan. Anyway, the warrior was walking along the length of the river, just returning to camp. Her paws were wet and she held a minnow in her mouth. Last trip. She had managed to catch a good amount of fish that day. Then she lay down in a patch of sun and started grooming. No one was talking to her, so she had nothing better to do.