with fire and blood

Plague was informed that his sibling, Venom, was going to be leading the raid. A small bit of pride and a lot of excitement welled up within him as he thought it over. Plague thought she would be a great leader one day and was already proving to be a very capable fighter. He'd support the future Empress however he could. That meant he would fight along side her without any second thoughts. The yearling found some sort of bliss while partaking in spars but he was awaiting the day to fight for real. To experience the heart of battle, even in a practice raid, would be like nothing he had experienced yet.

Eager thoughts filled his mind as he moved along the shoreline. Paws hit the moist sand as forest green eyes consumed the pretty sights. Plague found the beach very conflicting. On one paw he enjoyed the sound of the waves but on the other despised the sand caking into his fur. Also, the salt water was anything but refreshing. It stung once it met his eyes and nose and left his fur a tangled mess. Thus, the yearling kept his distance from the crashing waves. He even veered away from the water as it inched near him. Sometimes he wasn't quick enough and it would hit his ankles.

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