Daily duties.

[Loki]

OOC: I was looking at the Abbysclan list and saw a warrior called deadwhisker is that one of OC's because until now, i never even heard or read about that character! Also I'll nick all of OC' warriors in Abbysclan... But I'm killing of Asheartcos' I'm like that...
IC:

Asheart, Trueskin and Moanfang all sat in the Abbysclan clearing. The day was a fresh day. All the snow had nearly melted and now only the dew dampened these parts. A lot of the areas in the four territories were flooded, the snow had melted fast, but Those above were there to prevent anymore tragedies. The sun was still just about rising in the cloudless sky, heat came from its blinding rays although the spring breeze evened it out.

Moanfang looked up and sighed. "Newleaf takes so long to get here."
Ashheart yawned, "Well... It doesn't bother me." He looked around.
He had his eye on a servant.
"That servants been in and out and in, of camp..."
"What do you think its up to?"
Asheart shrugged, "It lost its kits no? Shows how weak she-cats are..."
"Losing a young is terrible, you shouldn't make fun of that."
Asheart and Moanfang looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"Your so hopeless Trueskin," Sneered Asheart, "Your lucky your still alive."
Trueskin hissed.
"Yes,that sounds right. Why don't you go and play fetch with Crashingflight?"
"Don't worry we'll be careful what we say, he might run away, then the real warriors would get the peace we really don't deserve."
"You younglings need a right lesson." Trueskin snapped.
"Try me!" Laughed Asheart.

Trueskin began to laugh up-roaringly and leaped on him. Asheart's fur was ripped out with the forse and trueskin proceeded to fling him about.
"HELP ME!!!" he cried.
"Help yourself," Called Trueskin, "These are weak attacks."
Moanfang laughed, "That fool picked the wrong cat to mess with."
Crashing flight came out of the warriors den to watch, "he's going to kill him..."
Moanfang sneered, "Serve him right."

[Loki]

OOC: fail. ok I'll edit it to being asheart...

[Meany]

Shadowstar watched from his den, glowering at the battle. This is how the weak Warriors were weeded out.

Charmless and Luckless saw the fight and, late for the secret training session, snuck out of the camp.

[Loki]

Trueskin laughed, Ashearts body was a mere mouse in his jaws.
"I'll snap this little neck." And at that moment Trueskin had dropped him mercilessly.
Asheart's body lay limply on the ground, Trueskin whispered something to his ear before
turning and picking a mouse of the pile and returning to Asheart.
"pity, pity, I thank starclan for this useless peace of prey." He sneered sarcastically, mocking
Starclan.
"Next time I'll break your legs as well.... next time..."
He turned and padded off, Asheart closed his eyes.

[Longstorm]

Tigerfrost watched the death from the Warrior's den. He smirked and turned back into the den, chuckling.

Searingeyes padded into the camp, his fur shining as usual, but here was a strange sight! He wore his battle claws, and they had gravel and mud on them. He ignored the Warriors and went straight to Shadowstar's den.

[Loki]

There was a loud shrill shriek far off. Moanfang looked that way, He'd never heard of something so... weird.
He looked that way for a while.

[Longstorm]

Searingeyes emerged from Shadowstar's den, his fur bristling against a cold wind. The Gathering would be soon, and once again, he'd be the spokescat of Abyssclan.

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