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Post by Dewshine on Oct 14, 2007 21:35:05 GMT -5
He twisted and turned in his mossy bed. Kicking up dirt that went flying onto the other cats that were once sleeping. Many mews, and grumpy ones at that, where shot at Thunderstrike. He lay in a nightmare. Millions of bolts of Lightning where being shot down from starclan at him. His name being shrieked through the cold wind. He doged a lighting bolt. Thunderstrike let out a high pitched shrike as he stumbled into a rabbit hole .A Lightning bolt was comeing down on him. He was about to be roasted when a large paw proded him awake. "You may be deputy now but that doesn't mean you can wake us up during the middle of the night!" a voice growled as it thumped back to its moss. Thunderstrike stared at the many surrounding on lookers. "sorry.' he croaked and walked out of the warriors den he stared up at Silverpelt. 'Did his dream mean anything? Or was it a bad bit of prey?' thunderstrike pondred on this and soon the sun was rising.
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