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Liza bound into the laboratory. Nothing. He was not there. The stone table stood there, cracked and deceased, as ever. The telescope was there, large as ever, but something was wrong. Very wrong.
CoolJammer367 hastily sat down on the polished wooden desk. 5 books were piled up neatly to the side, one about Greely, another about Liza, Sir Gilbert, Graham and Cosmo. To the left stood a large mirror, but apart from that, the room was a stingy white. A tiger, large and majestically proud, meandered into the room. His silk-like blue fur shone, there were yellow streaks down his face, and he wore proudly, a tan, handcrafted headdress. He sat down in his chair, and spoke in a soft, yet stern voice. "Nice to meet you, Brave ColdPaw here, nephew of Sir Gilbert. Now, about this job." CoolJammer swallowed hard. It was 10:57, 3 minutes left, 3 minutes left.
Sorry if fan fiction gets a bit boring for you guys, but I enjoy writing it.
Anyways, I am never, I repeat, NEVER, doing one on warrior cats, don't worry,
See ya!
~henrythegreat4
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