How Does This Work Again? It Was Such A Bad Idea Calling You Up {Private}

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Screw Starclan. This Nightmare,This Torture,This Living Hell Wasn’t justified! None of it was! He wasn’t even that bad,not even coming close to as bad as Bucknight. All he had done was messed around to much. All of this whole “Oh you belong here” stuff was so uncomfortable and unnecessary. the Apprentice took a painful step. “I can talk but to take it easy on the steps. Cool,Makes Sense,Everything here makes sense,that includes why I’m here.”
He gingerly took steps forwards,getting into a comfortable and less painful trot. The burning in his neck now a small heat in his throat area. Making his voice raspy. The apprentice had yet to even get close to the death and mixed scents of all of the dead clan cats at the camp. He wouldn’t,Most of them are warriors. One being an ugly sand color,with odd ice blue eyes. The scar on this cat shoulder was extremely noticeable though,that’s when He decided to get right on out of there.
“I better stay clear of the area I just was,Can’t have myself being rebuilt somewhere and having burning all over my neck again. It still kinda hurts,Just keep walking Charred.” Charredpaw took a deep breath,sending a shooting pain through his throat and mouth. He wasn’t even sure where he was,just that he smelt a very very faint Riverclan scent,his own. He would say his life was a good one at least,Still not giving justification for here and not starclan. He sighed,lightly thinking over his life and the point at the Beach.
Dayheart…The Warrior he begged to put him out his misery. The poor cat he didn’t care for in his moment of death but a simple ‘Thank you’ Foxpaw,Now probably a warrior or as such. Flyfur was out Serving riverclan as something probably. Good lord he had a lot to remember yet so much more time to do so. Being stuck here and everything.

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His paws never ached. It was strange from all of the walking he was doing,he was so used to it. So used to the feelings of a real cat,Not a sulking ghost. Charredpaw scoffed,his amber eye scanning as a small sense of danger grew over him. He quickly picked up the pace,He would say he was one of the youngest cats here. He was only 13 Moons old when Daybeart put him in here. he held some resentment towards the tomcat but not much,But clearly enough to get put in the Dark Forest. The apprentice kept on the walk,it seemingly never ended. He held his head high. Somehow he had reach starclans boarder. Nothing stopping him from crossing but the selfish cats beyond. Only caring for themselves as they had endless hunting and energy,As what did he have. No hurting paws and the feeling of being hungry and thirst. He scoffed lightly as he walked along the boarder. Stopping to watch the starry pelts move along their territory. He trotted along it with ease,nothing stopping him from walking endlessly through silvepelts darkened woods and blood red haze.