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i've been cursed
i've been crossed
i've been beaten by the ones that get me off
poisonleaf

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Dainty white paws glided over the dry ash and dust of the blackened forest, ravaged by fire so many seasons ago. The calico she-cat was here for one reason, and one reason only. Revenge.

Of course, her thirst for the blood of another was cleverly disguised as an innocent spar between warriors, in order to keep their skills up. The conversation was innocent enough, and there was little reason for anyone to suspect that she had any intentions darker than a typical sparring session.

She had decided on the Black Woods for several reasons. One, it was some distance from camp, and not frequented by many cats, so they weren't likely to be disturbed. Two, she didn't want to have it where the apprentices trained, for similar reasons. And three, the land was drier here, so her paws wouldn't get too dirty.

Poisonleaf reached a stretch of land comfortably clear of burned trees, large enough for a rough, wide-reaching spar. The multicolored she-cat turned and stretched, warming up each individual muscle for the battle ahead.

After thoroughly stretching each limb and ligament to satisfaction, the colorful she-cat sat, curling her tail delicately around her paws. Her venom green eyes stared cooly back in the direction she had come, waiting ever so patiently for her sparring partner to arrive.

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