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A game you play has become real life. Take this prompt as far as you can, nothing is too out of the box. Poetry or prose.
Ended May 17, 2019 • 1 Entry • Created by Ghost_Herald
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A game you play has become real life. Take this prompt as far as you can, nothing is too out of the box. Poetry or prose.
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Forest Cats

As I walked through the forest, I heard a crunch, I slowly turned to see my nemesis Silverstone. I glared at him as he took a menacing step closer, closer and closer again. Slowly I eased into a crouch, for my name, was Bluemoon and NO ONE messed with me or my family (what family I had left at least thanks to this guy). Silverstone was about to go down, one more step and he was . . . gone, to put it nicely. But with him I wasn’t going to be nice.

He threateningly lifted his paw, slowly going higher and higher until . . . he bought it down with a SMACK! Right as I jumped forward and caught him off guard, he would never mess with my family EVER again. Not after what he did to my family. I dug my claws into his shoulders, shredded his fur and snapped his leg. For as long as he was mobile none of my family would be safe. “Leave.” I mewed. With an agonized stare he slowly turned and limped away, I doubted I would ever see him again.

I rolled my eyes as I turned and walked triumphantly away. Then I stopped dead in my tracks, someone was watching me, I knew it, I could feel it. I slowly turned in a circle my eyes searching with a sharp gaze through the trees. Then I took a step toward a big oak and suddenly felt a weight on my back then the pierce of claws from no other than (you guessed it) Silverstone. What was it with this guy and the whole attacking me thing? I mean honestly did he have no life? Well, I told myself, soon he wouldn’t. If it wasn’t me, it would be another one of the million haters this cat had.

I felt him pulling my scruff and quickly rolled over, crushing him under me. This giving me the time to regain composure and slice a cut along his flank that would surely give him a scar to remember me by. With that I growled: “Don’t ever let me see you around here again or you’ll have a slice in your side to match the one you have now, you have 2 days to get out so I’d get walking” I locked him with a scorching stare. Which he returned over his shoulder as he walked away, for ‘good luck’ I gave him a slice on his tail. NOW he would know NOT to mess with me EVER again. Hmph, suits him.

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