Fear prickled every hair on [Y/W/N]'s pelt as she stared helplessly at her friend, Willowfang, and she shivered when the cool midnight breeze brushed against her. The cream colored warrior's mouth was gaped open in a silent scream, her violet orbs dull and wide open as a pool of scarlet blood was forming from her wound on her neck. Who would do such a terrible thing to an innocent cat?
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