"And that's where you're wrong. Because by the time I'm done with cleaning the land of your kind there won't be any of these "clans" you speak of. You will be a forgotten memory destined to fall over and over again in a baby wolf's dreams. Now!" The wolf said then, stopping in front of Kitestar, lunging suddenly for the cat, teeth bared. "Let's start that dream, shall we?!"
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from an old roleplay, aka Kitestar's death :c A redo of this old thing I did years ago: [link]