Post by Shatter on Jun 28, 2010 16:23:36 GMT -5
A black tom drug a rotting corpse through the woods. Then another. Then another. When he was done he sat back and marveled at the stack of crow food that was taller than himself. "SunClan will be wiped out!" He panted to himself. and I never break promises! He finished in his head. Shatter padded over to a tree and lay in the shade, his fur darker than the shadows he rested in. The loner looked peaceful under the tree, but his heart was simply the burnt remains of what used to be loving and caring. His parents had always told him not to devote his life to hate and anger, but then he killed them in a blind fit of rage. After he was done recalling his bloodstained past, he stood, shook himself then went to work. He waded into the river and covered the bottom with a layer of mud. After he was done he began to fix the crow food into a thick layer on the mud. He built, putting on layers of dead, rotting corpses, slowly filling up the river with a wall of gore. He strung them together with their own intrails, and patched holes with bits of flesh. He worked for hours. This is going to show them!