Pawprint turned around, only to see the first group staring at him. One crickeon started speaking. "Kill him, Hardstar." A black crickeon, tinted yellow, stepped forward. With both crickeons' claws unsheathed, Pawprint couldent help but know he was about to die.
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Already weakened from previous fights, Pawprint was just barely surviving. That's when it happened. Hardstar drew back, ready to lunge. One blow sent Pawprint flying. Hardstar, with one raised paw, was ready to deal the killing strike. "This is suicide, if I jus