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Without those sprouts, there would be no forests by Turtle-Strike Without those sprouts, there would be no forests :iconturtle-strike:Turtle-Strike 0 0 Cat Line-Art by Turtle-Strike Cat Line-Art :iconturtle-strike:Turtle-Strike 0 0 Wolf Headshot by Turtle-Strike Wolf Headshot :iconturtle-strike:Turtle-Strike 0 1 Nightingale by Turtle-Strike Nightingale :iconturtle-strike:Turtle-Strike 0 2 To savage scar from Larkcry by Turtle-Strike To savage scar from Larkcry :iconturtle-strike:Turtle-Strike 0 0 Wolf Headshot Pencil Drawing by Turtle-Strike Wolf Headshot Pencil Drawing :iconturtle-strike:Turtle-Strike 0 0 Goldenroar by Turtle-Strike Goldenroar :iconturtle-strike:Turtle-Strike 0 4 Abstract by Turtle-Strike Abstract :iconturtle-strike:Turtle-Strike 3 0 Turtle   WoF by Turtle-Strike Turtle WoF :iconturtle-strike:Turtle-Strike 3 0 Back Alley Shadows by Turtle-Strike Back Alley Shadows :iconturtle-strike:Turtle-Strike 1 0 Request for Nighty on WCO  Gorseflower of Windclan by Turtle-Strike Request for Nighty on WCO Gorseflower of Windclan :iconturtle-strike:Turtle-Strike 1 2 Request from bad company Larkmark of Windclan by Turtle-Strike Request from bad company Larkmark of Windclan :iconturtle-strike:Turtle-Strike 3 0 YouTube Contribution by Turtle-Strike YouTube Contribution :iconturtle-strike:Turtle-Strike 1 0
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Never Listen To A Raven
We've all heard those stories of ghosts, demons, things that go bump in the night. Those stories, they are all fake. But this one... this one is real. I witnessed it with my own eyes. I shared it. They did not believe me. Perhaps you will...
The sky was dark with thick storm clouds. School had just gotten out. Justin, a high school sophmore, climbed into his car to drive home. As he closed the door, it started to rain. A slight drizzle at first, but it soon turned into a downpour. He turned on his high beams and drove slowly back to his house. A flash of lightning and then a loud CRACK sounded. Something black and hunched over moved out of the corner of his eye, and he glanced over. Nothing. He shivered. Justin had always been obsessed with the paranormal. Ouija Boards, seances, all of that. Now he was just freaking himself out. He told himself to snap out of it as he turned into his driveway. He glanced over at the farm in the distance, and a prickle ran up his spine. He whipped aroun
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FNaF: Night 1: Marcus: 'All the rumors...'
Tick, tock, tick, tock...
Marcus glanced at the clock. 12AM, his first night on the job. He'd heard rumors about Fazbear's Pizza. They all seemed stupid, like scary stories people tell to scare little kids. 
The 19-year-old sighed. He would never admit it to anyone... but the pizzeria kind of creeped him out. "Why do they even need a night guard anyway?" he wondered. "It's not like someone's gonna come in here and-" 
ringring, ringring
Marcus jumped at the sudden noise. He stared at the phone. "Someone ordering a late night pizza?" He chuckled.
"Hello, hello?" He was about to answer when the voice continued. "Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Uh, I actually worked in the office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm her to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Ok
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You can use this. Feel free to change the ear fluff, the eyes, and the tail, but DO NOT erase the signature. If you use this, make sure to credit me in the description.
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A huge, lean black tom crept through the undergrowth of the forest, his amber eyes gleaming in the night. Muscles rippled beneath his pelt, and fresh prey-blood stained his unsheathed claws. A mouse squeaked in front of the cat, not realizing the danger it was in.

The tom pounced, releasing a bone-chilling yowl as he sprang down into his prey. A high pitched squeal of terror was cut short as he leaped and snapped the mouse's neck.

He straightened sharply as he heard the crunch of paws. The cat's amber eyes pierced the shadows, but he did not see anyone. The crunching continued to get louder, and louder...

Nightingale's head snapped up as he awoke. The crunching of paws was still there, but there was no mouse. His belly was empty and rumbling. 

The black-and-grey tabby's eyes narrowed as a black tipped tail flicked past. "Larkcry," he hissed. With a snarl, he leaped out of the makeshift den and around the corner, where he leaped upon a dark grey-and-black bengal tom. 

Nightingale blinked his amber eyes in surprise. "You're not Larkcry," he meowed.

The other cat twisted around underneath Nightingale to face the attacker. "Who's that?" he cried. "I don't know anything, who are you, why are you attacking me, what did I do?"

Nightingale rolled his eyes. "I'm the one who's asking the questions," he snapped. "Who are you and why are you so close to my den?"

The tom beneath him whimpered, "My name is Streak, formerly Blackstreak of Riverclan, my kin is Larkcry, he's my uncle!"

"Well, that explains a lot," Nightingale snarled. "You look just like that deceiving feline. But you didn't answer my last question."

Streak whimpered again. "I'm traveling," he rasped. "Trying to get away from my Clan."

"Oh, are you?" Nightingale smirked. "I can help you, if you tell me where Larkcry is."

"Last I saw him, he was with Windclan," Streak choked out. "Can you let me up now?"

"Of course," Nightingale purred, his amber eyes gleaming. He stepped away from Streak, and watched as the former Riverclan tom got up.

"Guess I'll... see you around."

"Oh, I doubt that," the black rogue hissed. Satisfaction sparked in his chest as Streak stared at him, suddenly looking nervous again.

"W-what do you mean?" Streak mewed, taking a step back.

"I mean, next time anyone sees you, it'll be your body floating in the river!" Nightingale leaped, and, with a chilling snarl, sank his teeth into Streak's throat. Larkcry's kin's screech of terror was cut short, and the grey tabby twitched once, twice, then was still.

Nightingale dragged Streak's lifeless body over to a nearby stream and dumped it in, his lip curled in disgust. "Weak," he spat. He turned his head to the sky. "Just like you, Larkcry," he hissed. "You take pride in chasing cats out. Well, let me tell you something." He slashed the ground with his claws. "You will be dead by the end of this moon. This is the start of my revenge."
Nightingale
Made with DeviantArt muro I do not own the series Warriors. All copyright of that series goes to the Erins 
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A huge, lean black tom crept through the undergrowth of the forest, his amber eyes gleaming in the night. Muscles rippled beneath his pelt, and fresh prey-blood stained his unsheathed claws. A mouse squeaked in front of the cat, not realizing the danger it was in.

The tom pounced, releasing a bone-chilling yowl as he sprang down into his prey. A high pitched squeal of terror was cut short as he leaped and snapped the mouse's neck.

He straightened sharply as he heard the crunch of paws. The cat's amber eyes pierced the shadows, but he did not see anyone. The crunching continued to get louder, and louder...

Nightingale's head snapped up as he awoke. The crunching of paws was still there, but there was no mouse. His belly was empty and rumbling. 

The black-and-grey tabby's eyes narrowed as a black tipped tail flicked past. "Larkcry," he hissed. With a snarl, he leaped out of the makeshift den and around the corner, where he leaped upon a dark grey-and-black bengal tom. 

Nightingale blinked his amber eyes in surprise. "You're not Larkcry," he meowed.

The other cat twisted around underneath Nightingale to face the attacker. "Who's that?" he cried. "I don't know anything, who are you, why are you attacking me, what did I do?"

Nightingale rolled his eyes. "I'm the one who's asking the questions," he snapped. "Who are you and why are you so close to my den?"

The tom beneath him whimpered, "My name is Streak, formerly Blackstreak of Riverclan, my kin is Larkcry, he's my uncle!"

"Well, that explains a lot," Nightingale snarled. "You look just like that deceiving feline. But you didn't answer my last question."

Streak whimpered again. "I'm traveling," he rasped. "Trying to get away from my Clan."

"Oh, are you?" Nightingale smirked. "I can help you, if you tell me where Larkcry is."

"Last I saw him, he was with Windclan," Streak choked out. "Can you let me up now?"

"Of course," Nightingale purred, his amber eyes gleaming. He stepped away from Streak, and watched as the former Riverclan tom got up.

"Guess I'll... see you around."

"Oh, I doubt that," the black rogue hissed. Satisfaction sparked in his chest as Streak stared at him, suddenly looking nervous again.

"W-what do you mean?" Streak mewed, taking a step back.

"I mean, next time anyone sees you, it'll be your body floating in the river!" Nightingale leaped, and, with a chilling snarl, sank his teeth into Streak's throat. Larkcry's kin's screech of terror was cut short, and the grey tabby twitched once, twice, then was still.

Nightingale dragged Streak's lifeless body over to a nearby stream and dumped it in, his lip curled in disgust. "Weak," he spat. He turned his head to the sky. "Just like you, Larkcry," he hissed. "You take pride in chasing cats out. Well, let me tell you something." He slashed the ground with his claws. "You will be dead by the end of this moon. This is the start of my revenge."

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wordeea Featured By Owner May 14, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
thank you for the watch !
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JulijanaM Featured By Owner Mar 19, 2017  Professional General Artist
Thank you so much for the watch! :) I appreciate a lot your support and hope you enjoy my future works as well! :happybounce:

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Turtle-Strike Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hey, no problem! I love your art!
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LysitheaWO Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hello,
I'm sorry to bother you but I'd like to know do you take requests ?
Thanks x3
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