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Divedescent sat down, his paws tucked close together and neatly in a line. He took a deep breath, then began, his voice a low and mysterious.
"A patrol left DayClan camp early in the morning, and they did not come back until late at night. You see, a storm had struck the night before, and the usual pathways had all been washed out, so the patrol had to find a new way to walk. Their leader was a brave warrior and the most experienced among them, so she led the way." His voice filled with wonder and respect as he thought about his mentor. "At her side was her favorite apprentice, an intelligent young tom who was helping keep his rowdy siblings in line. As they walked, they found it... the monster graveyard."
Divedescent leaned in closer now, excited. "The monsters had fought in a massive battle, and there were so many corpses. Their hard pelts were crushed up and their paws were buried in the mud, and their glass tears were shattered all over the ground where they lay. The patrol, they were afraid, but they entered the battlefield. The apprentice worked very hard with the brave warrior to keep track of all the cats, but his foolish, villainous brother had snuck -- is it snuck? sneaked? I don't know -- he went away from the group to investigate one of the monsters. It was a terrible mistake. When he stepped into the monster, he woke it up, and it started to scream."
The warrior was silent for a long moment, letting his words breathe, letting the emphasis, the implications, dangle. Then he continued in a hushed voice. "The patrol was terrified, and they started to run, but there was no way to escape except through the monsters. And each one they touched, it started to scream too. They were nearly out of the graveyard when it happened. The apprentice was bravely leading the way over a monster's face when it shattered beneath him, and he fell into the monster's belly! The villainous brother was so scared, he cried and he ran away, leaving his brother to die..."
Inklorewrite quickly, dipping her tail in ink as needed. Her supplies were low and she’d need to make more after this so all the words now were being recorded with whatever she had left. The story was a mix of colors for that reason, mid sentence or mid word it may change to a different color. Whatever it took though, she’d record this tale. She paused when he struggled with the word. I’m truth she wasn’t sure either, but selected snuck. It could always been re-recorded later if need be but she hated doing that. To her, they were at the beta when written the first time. When he paused, she skipped space, trying to show the pause, the emotion, and the meaning. Whoever reads this tale next, would understand how it was to be read. Or at least she was trying to make it that way, in truth only the two of them would probably know how to do so. “Is that the end?” Such a sad ending for such an interesting tale was it true? Inklore cocked her head to the side in curiosity as she looked the tom over, tails till poised over the last word she’d written.
