Night Warriors were in the town. Their leader,Vendetta, was in the Coffee shop sipping tea, barricading all civilians away.
“But we just want a coffee!”
“No chance!” sneered Vendetta as if it were all a joke. I could see it all from my scouting position in a tree blanketed with snow. I just wanted to get over there and snowball them all. I had to. No, I couldn’t. The Night Warriors would find me and hunt me down and give me a slow death. No way. There’s some other way of getting revenge.
A Night Warrior was on the roof of the Night Club. His green eyes, full of hatred, sighted me.
“Puny little ACP rat!” he cursed.
“Club Penguin shall be rid of you in three weeks!” he exclaimed. What he didn’t notice was my flipper grasping some snow.
“I’d like to see you try!” I bellowed. The snowball flew straight and true and hit him on his white chest. He fell off the roof.
