Taste of A Poison Paradise

Documentary On Fish.
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Taste of A Poison Paradise
I am Fishsnarl. My world has recently crash down aroun me. Silvermist died, and i still regret that. I am investigatig Twoleg territory with Snarlheart, my brother.

We crept forward.

I remembered all those fun times together, you know, in case he died too.

"You smel that?" He asked. "Yes," I replied. "It's Twoleg rubbish. You don't want it." I told him. He looked sad and longing. "Surely it's not?" He asked. I shrugged. He walked twords it, and of course I had to follow him. With a long sigh, I did.

We neared it. It was a pile of colored stuf. "We shouldn't," i said. "We should," was the only answer. I hesitated. "I won't."

I was right.

Snarlheart gobbled it up to my despair. It smelled fishy. When he was done, he looked sick. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Of cours," he replied dizzily. THUD. Was he dead? No.

I saw the rhythmic rise and fal of his stomach, maybe the last time. "I knew it," I whispered. "And now he will die."

Later
I was back at camp.

My stomach churned.

This was the moment of truth, the moment i would find out if he died or not. The medicine cat stepped out. "Come in," she told me. I walked in for what semmed like a lifetime. Then, I saw it. Dead. Limp. Again. I felt agony. The agony of sadness.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"