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A Strike of a Claw (Part Dos)THE STRIKE OF A CLAW (Part 2)
Ironclaw writhed under his leader's grasp as Hawkthorn drew his claw softly along Ironclaw's throat, smiling viciously.
"I can't wait until I get to kill you," he snarled, his grip suddenly tightening. Wrenfeather was still breathless from preparing her dead son for the ritual.
Ironclaw lay on the Bloodrock, which was cold as the night air.
"You may be possessed..." Hawkthorn snarled. "But that does not give you an excuse." Hawkthorn dipped his head to Quillstar. "May I kill the violator?"
Quillstar took three regal steps back. "You may." Quillstar's deputy, Stormwing, a lightning-yellow she-cat with a storm
The Cursed Prince of the DesertA prince who castle is but sand,
Forever in battle against the River's tide;
Whilst defending Sende with sword in hand,
His partner - an angel of beauty - fought by his side.
But fate, she is a cruel wench
And from his side she did take her;
From life, from Sende, from his embrace
All the Kingdom he would give to save her.
A trade he could make to offer some peace
He felt the weight of lover's duty on his shoulder;
He took out his eye to save her soul,
For beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
From empty carcass to blinding light
Did the angelic beauty ascend,
But he did not lose his sight
On this most tragic night.
For his romantic sacr