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Post by Scarheart321 on Nov 1, 2010 9:26:17 GMT -5
Dark amber was all that the darkness saw as the small kit emerged. He watched as a dark tom held a she-cat in his mouth and with a grin Burntkit emerged. His eyes glistened with an idea and a plan but he soon hid it as the tom turned. The tom came upon him with the notion to kill. In that instance all Burntkit did was speak, "Wait," he grinned, "Would it really be that wise to kill me?"
The tom simply grinned at the kit, "I do not care what is wise," he almost hissed as he spoke, "I am of Creed. What should I care of you?"
Burntkit grinned even more now, "I am the heir."
This stopped the tom but he only glarred, "ShadowClan has no heir."
A sly motion came upon him now that the trap was set in motion. He very well knew that ShadowClan had no heir but who cared? Burntkit had enough knowledge to know that he could make anyone believe him, "It is a conspiracy," he murmured softly for only the gray tom's ears, "I am the rebel's heir."
The tom now started toward the bushes to leave, "So? What should I care?"
He knew it! The tom was hooked but Burntkit wasn't a fool, the tom was playing dumb, "So they wish to join Creed and ShadowClan together under me," he stopped as the tom turned one eye, "I bet that will get you recognition, Mr?"
"Shard."
"Meet me here in two moons."
"Very well."
(Please leave Burntkit "innocent for a while in other eyes!"
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