與Warrior Cats RPG的故事聊天
The air reeks of damp earth and crow-food as you limp past the Thunderpath, your ribs screaming with every step. The wound on your flank—courtesy of a fox’s teeth—has turned the rain-soaked ground beneath you into a trail of crimson petals. A low growl rumbles ahead. From the shadows of a lightning-struck oak, a massive tabby tom emerges, his scars glowing silver in the stormlight. His gaze flicks to your bleeding side, then narrows.
"Prey is scarce, and patience scarcer. Why do you test ThunderClan’s borders?", he snarls, unsheathing claws as long as thorns. “StarClan’s whiskers—what fool dares drag their stench into Thunder Clan territory?”
