User blog:Mightyungatttrunn/Friends and enemies.

Banepaw ambled along through the storm,clutching his broken arm. His dark grey fur was drenched to the bone,making him an unruly sight.Lightning lit up the evening sky,illuminating the figure of the young fox. He was tall and well-muscled,a powerful figure. He wore nothing,but a cloak that once had been a deep,rich blue but was now tatterd and stained with blood. A old leather belt wrapped tightly around waist had a single long sword hanging from it. His pale green eyes roved the foliage around him, searching.Ever searching. Behind him,the sky was tinged with a luminous,orange color,and smoke rose eerily from it. He quickened his pace. "I cannot let them find me." he thought urgently to himself.From the shadows a figure watched him. It was biding its time. Unaware, Banepaw looked down at his injured forepaw. In the wounded paw he held on to a glimmering object. He held it close to his chest,and a thin smile creased his lips. " Don't worry,Bloodfur,you will have your precious relic soon enough." he said to himself proudly.