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Nearly there

Chapter 3 we’re getting closer

Quicker then a blink of an eye, what had to be a shadow stood tall. It was scar face the bears leader. He was covered in dark brown, thick hair. His claws sharper then a steak knife. In his hand he clutched a knife sharper then sharks teeth. The street goblins screeched and within seconds there was a big fight.

Once the fighting had cleared, there were many swords that had been thrown in the darkened alleyways. Not a single eye could see scarface anymore. Cautiously Molly crept back to the Flozey Mountains. All she could hear in her head was her repeatedly saying are we there yet. She trembled in and dropped the food. She fed herself, Whisky, Tinks and Sky all domes of the food she had collected.

By sunrise, Molly, Whisky, Tinks, and Sky had left the Flozey Mountains and were heading to Phorl hills. Molly suddenly had the need to check the time. Five o’clock already. Suppose we need a food break she thought. All they could see in front of Phorl hills was mud. Not very pleasant. They were getting closer every step they took.

Outside the hills, the bitter wind swept the snow over the hills. They decided they should open the present the it dad got them years and years ago before he passed away. They all gathered around in a circle and decided on letting Molly open it since she is the oldest cat there. They opened it and it was a triangular shape with a swirl pattern in it and moon claw written at the bottom.

The moonclaw  was crooked  so they decided to put it in a safe place. Within seconds the three cats were trussed up in sticky threads that must of came from a tame Mountain spider. They were trying so hard to figure out what moonclaw meant.

A shadow stood tall and squeezed into the cave. Who’s that they all thought. “Going somewhere “ he hissed. They tried to run away but it just followed them. They saw it sharpening its sword and heard it whisper to its friend “make it super sharp we’re gonna need to ruin trod count as much as we can.” They know knew they weren’t gonna be safe at Trox count.

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