Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27038405-20160406161008/@comment-142.165.211.76-20160408230510

''He is drawing close, very fast. I am ready to intercept my new subject, I only hope this one shall work out how I want.''

He floats his shadowy form into a tree, and watch as a his subject arrives slowly.

-// Winterpaw glanced around at the dark territory.

There was almost no sky, and things were just shady plants, while the ground was cold and hard. Any and everything was lonely, unhappy, and just seemed....rotten— dead, almost.

"Uh...Puff. I don't think is the right way you moron....WHY WOULD YOU CHOOSE LEFT!"

He glared back at the little-big squirrel, who bounced along into him angrily.

"CHUPPA CHA MEH GOOF RA TAH CHI CHI"

"I wish you were an actual useful thing. You're awful."

Winterpaw shivered and continued forward, pushing through gray ferns which looked like they were continuously wilting, and some leaning trees with browny-black bark.

After much more travelling with a heaving and waddling Puff, Winterpaw arrived at a place that actually looked like......somewhere!

It was a wide, wide area covered in a dark brown, hard ground. The sky opened up here. But no stars shone, only a shadowy moonlight.

Puff shoved into Winterpaw who stopped dead at the unfamiliar sight, and chipped surprisingly.

"Puff, if this is not Starclan....then the only other place is--"

"The Dark Forest." A new voice arose from the blackness, and out came dark gray, soulcrushing, deadly-eyed Tom. "Welcome, my name is....Tyron."