Wars are surfacing in the minds of the felines of Griffinwood, the cats, massive and little, armies formed together all playing an important part. Slowly, a war between the four main regions, the North, South, East, and West, are coming to unfold, combat is what will resolve the unpeaceful setting,
All will come forth to the battle grounds in the future, mental and physical war, who can tough it up and remember, they are in it for the win, for their own pride, their home, or was it just for themselves? The battle will rage on, some may die, others may gain power, all will be foretold, the winds carrying on the message. But only one will become the all-powerful ruler of all of Griffinwood. Will you be the one to win the war of many centuries, the battle knighted impossible by your ansestors?War is our purpose.
Battle is our way of life.
Combat is what we live for.
Ambition is what drives us forth.
But there must be more.
Listen for the night's song. Contributed by Jeni |
intermediate-advanced
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Rule our world?
GRIFFINWOOD
[midnight sonnet]
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