Scourge's vision blurred as firestar loomed over his slumped body. The shouts and crys of the battle faded, like it was non existent. It was so calming. He was dying. He fell into darkness and when he opened his eyes, he saw a strange world. It was dark and gloomy and rotten cat carcasses trudged around in the swampy place. Scourge was the only cat that wasn't like that. A cat spotted him. She had no flesh left on her yellow, rotten bones and her heart and lungs were still working, expanding, falling, pumping blood through vains. She strode towards him, her grey eyes dull. "Scourge." She mewed. "I am Charlotte, leader of the bones."
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Greetings friends! Welcome to the land of bones where cats rot away over time. As you know, I am Charlotte, the oldest and most respected cat here. This story is written by my followers through the Rp version of this. If you want to join, go there! See you soon!