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- Three (スリー, Surī) is the thirty-sixth chapter of the Nisekoi manga series written and illustrated by Naoshi Komi, published weekly in the magazine Weekly Shōnen Jump.
- The Three was the main governing body of the planet Voss and the Voss species. They duty were also the interpretation of the Mystics’ visions and their diffusion; the Three based their executive orders upon the visions’ interpretations. The Three were chosen by the Mystics after meditation or according to visions, but had little direct contact with them on a day-to-day basis. Working from the Tower of Prophecy, the Three administered Voss-Ka and made policy decisions. Depending on the advice of the Mystics, appointment to the Three lasted either a lifetime or just hours. The members during the Cold War were Sonn-Vi, Gunta-Mer, and Nen-Ji.
- Three is a number that can mean Pie, Six, or Twenty. Most people prefer it to mean one more than two, but we here at Illogicopedia believe it means Pie.
- It was followed by Three... Extremes, another Asian anthology film. Because of the latter's success, Three was released internationally as "3 Extremes II, basically making it a sequel to its own sequel.
- This story's theme is So Long Jerry by Ween. “Are you cold?” His voice rang out against the wind, resonating through Mark’s empty backyard. Like a choir boy, his voice was clear and sharp, chiming in like a cherub. “Yeah, I guess.” He unbuttoned his jacket pocket and fished his right hand into the compartment. He shuffled about in this cove, seemingly grabbing something. “Want something to warm you up?” He reeled his hand out, bringing a bottle of tequila with it. He pushed it toward Mark, inviting the boy to take a sip. Mark seemed momentarily hesitant - after a pause, he replied. “Thanks.” Mark reached down and grabbed the small bottle, swooping it up to his mouth. He tipped it back and took a swig, the golden liquid spilling into his mouth. He grimaced, his face puckered up, and, with a disgruntled sigh, returned the bottle from whence it came. “What, you don’t like it?” His breath was visible in the cold air and it collected as condensation against the side of the tequila bottle. “It’s fine.” Mark’s friend chuckled, more than a note of condescension in his voice. “You need something to chase it with?” “I can handle it.” His friend took the bottle in his palm and drank from it like it was nectar in a plastic chalice. Within moments, half the bottle’s filling disappeared before Mark’s very eyes. The boy released it from his lips with a sigh of relief and spun the cap back on, placing it back down. “You’d like it if you had it more. Myself,” he let out a small cough, “I find it kinda soothing.” Twenty years later, Mr. Satan was beginning to find the taste soothing. He did not partake too regularly. His consumption decreased after the death of his wife, when he alone had to care for Videl, and had only increased recently. There was something haunting him, bothering him, something he had to chase away. He was the Martial Arts Champion of the World. No bad dream fucker was going to boss him around. Mr. Satan remembered the Cell Games too well for his own good. He hoped that he could grow old faster so that his memories would fade more quickly, until maybe he wouldn’t remember anything other than his triumph over that monster. Mr. Satan hoped that would happen. He knew that it never would. He had trained. He had trained so, so much. He had enrolled in more dojos, in more martial arts schools, than anyone he had ever heard of, mythic or real. He was supposed to be the savior of them all, the panacea for the world’s ailments. And yet, he had failed. Who did they think they were? Those golden-haired warriors, those fools. With their cunning magic tricks, their light shows. They made a mockery of the real practitioners with their make-up and their tomfoolery, they were nothing more than clowns. Mr. Satan knew this wasn’t the truth. He didn’t care. He had an image to maintain - one of machismo, one of bravado. Without that, his income would dwindle, his image would wither away, and he’d be replaced by the stronger ones. And so ended the martial artist’s moment of clarity. His thoughts were overcome with a sea of alcohol, his mind’s eye fogged up, the barley functioning as steaming air against his mind’s glasses. He stood up, hardly coordinated, and plodded out of his kitchen. His house was huge, the castle that obscured the mountain of lies buried beneath it. He wondered if such a large house was even worth the investment. All the more to get lost in, he thought. He didn’t need a second maze in his life - the first was already omnipresent enough. He knew that it was a problem when he opened each successive door, unable to find his destination. He hardly recognized any of the empty rooms. He wondered why he even had them to begin with - Videl was away and he couldn’t remember the last time anyone had come over. Mr. Satan couldn’t believe it was so difficult. Why hadn’t the tequila illuminated his path, acted as his lantern as he traversed the innermost recesses of this maze? Far as he knew, it had guided him through the other maze. He couldn’t fathom why this new one was so hard to orienteer. Before long, he stumbled across the room he had been seeking. It was a spacious cavern, not to mention dark. He flicked a lightswitch, waiting for the lights to immediately come on. Nothing happened. He glanced up at the lightbulb and watched it gradually enlighten, at first dim, until it had transitioned to peak brightness. It was a beautiful, vibrant yellow glow, shining down on the room like a spotlight. In the center of the room there hung a single red punching bag. It was ovallic and huge, the grandest punching bag in all the land. Mr. Satan had purchased it celebratorily as a reward for becoming the World Champion. He walked over to it, inspecting it’s fine surface. He traced his fingers along the fabric, admiring the seams. It was an elegant piece of craftsmanship. Something caught his eye. It was white and stood out on the ruby red surface of the punching bag. Mr. Satan examined it more closely, closing in on it. There it was - a tear in the exterior, a piece of cotton that had escaped. Mr. Satan glanced around. Who had attacked his prize? He circled around the punching bag, scanning for intruders. This was a punching bag that no man could puncture, that no person could feasibly tear. Who had done this? And then, Mr. Satan, in a moment of drunken fury, unleashed a flurry of punches on the punching bag. He slammed it, vigorously at first, and then with progressively more and more diffidence. It was none too long before Mr. Satan had given up completely. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t tear the punching bag. Mr. Satan collapsed. Perhaps a tear rolled out of his eye - nobody ever did know for certain what happened. But, in a moment of defeat that was no less than pitiful, Mr. Satan finally succumbed to sleep. His mind could take no more abuse. He woke up, twelve hours later, not refreshed but physically tortured. He regained his footing, attempting to actually walk. He found his balance again, rather slowly, now feeling slightly more confident on his feet. As he walked out of his training room, he flicked the light back off. He wondered how many more nights that light bulb had left in it - he pondered if he would need a replacement soon and how he would get one. He calmed himself, though, moving back down the corridor that was his hallway. He closed doors as he walked back to his kitchen. Going to his cupboard, he brought out a canister of coffee grinds and took three spoonfuls out. He dumped them into his coffee machine before setting the machine to ‘on’. He felt, at long last, like he could rest. He sat back down, simultaneously disposing of last night’s empty bottle. He watched as the coffee slowly leaked out of the machine and into the pot. He noted the name of the brand on the machine - “Olibu’s Coffee”. He considered likening himself to such a heroic hero, and ultimately decided that such a comparison was not nearly enough. He wondered who could be compared to him - probably not anyone. He was above that. One would be keen to question who was more sober - a sober Mr. Satan or a drunk one. Whether alcohol freed him of his delusions or only entrapped him in more, Mr. Satan did not know. All he knew, in sooth, was that he needed the soothing. Mr. Satan took the pot of coffee and poured himself a high cup. Mr. Satan only knew one thing - three spoonfuls of coffee made for a damn good cup.
- Identical twins Gerda and Idun Asmund lost their human parents early in life and were raised as warriors on the Klingon homeworld. They were taught to face every danger shoulder to shoulder -- regarding each other as the only certainty in a dangerous and uncertain universe. The Asmunds continued to depend on each other as helm officer and navigator on the Starship Stargazer, peril and adversity forging a bond between them as strong as tritanium. But that bond is tested when a transporter mishap deposits a mysterious visitor on the Stargazer -- a beautiful woman from another universe who resembles Gerda and Idun as closely as they resemble each other. As Captain Jean-Luc Picard pits the Stargazer against a savage alien species in a gallant attempt to send their visitor home, Gerda comes to suspect the woman of treachery. But she has to wonder -- is she following her Klingon instincts or succumbing to simple jealousy? Gerda needs to find out -- before Picard and his crew pay for their generosity with their lives.
- Three was voiced by Dwayne Hill.
- Three is the debut album by American-Canadian trio Trio3 and will be released on October 1, 2014. Trio3 started out releasing music on YouTube, before Rapsta Chik signed them to her label. "Dance With You" was released as the lead single in July 2014, in August the tracklist was revealed, along with the release date, and the announcement of the second single as "School's Out". The song "Billionare" was heavily sampled in Rapsta Chik's 2016 single "Billions", which credits Trio3 as featured artists. "Billionare" was also released as the extremely late third single in 2016, making it the only single released since the band split up. The band are not back however.
- Below is an incomplete list of appearances of 3 in the band's material. There is no proof asserting that any of these are deliberate or coincedental:
* Jack White signs 'III' below his message in most albums' booklets.
* The White Stripes' record label is named Third Man Records.
* Many things Jack uses, like amplifiers and guitar picks, contain '3' or 'III' on them
* When asked about his obsession, he related to 'The Big Three Killed My Baby' - "It's three chords and three verses, and we accent threes together all through that".
* On the back cover of the album Elephant, all of the 3s are in red.
* On the inside cover of White Blood Cells, to the right there is a film camera with a 3 on it.
* On the cover for Elephant, Jack and Meg are sitting on a circus trunk. On the trunk, there is a 'III'.
* When the album Icky Thump was released, there were limited edition USB flash versions of the album, with stylized illustrations of Jack and Meg. There were 3,333 units made with Jack on them, and 3,333 ones with Meg.
* On the cover to the 'The Hardest Button To Button' single, there is a cartoon hand reaching down to push a button with a 3 on it.
- The number three is the only number that is the sum of its parts: 1+2=3. Therefore it is the only true "unity" apart from One, and it is partly for this reason that many religious entities are triune in nature. In Christianity The Father, Son and Holy Ghost form a Trinity much like that of the ancient Egyptian hierarchy of Pharaoh, Falcon and Sun (Below, Between and Above). The fact that the Holy Spirit is symbolized by a dove emphasizes this similarity of Man, the intermediary bird, and God. (Birds are symbolic of communication with the divine; it is said that their songs whisper the secrets of heaven.) It is also a common theme to find a 'Holy Family,' as with Osiris, Isis and Horus, for instance, or Joseph, Mary and Jesus. It was three wise men who brought the gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh to the newborn Messiah. Acharya S. and others maintain that the extra-biblical tradition of "three" wise men is based on the three gifts, and also the three stars of Orion's belt - which is in close proximity to Virgo, which many maintain is the "star in the east." (See: Virgo; Virgin Mary; Venus; Aphrodite; Solar Christ; they will be updated/created very soon.) In Hinduism the year and day are divided in three, personified as Brahma the Creator (dawn and spring), Vishnu the Preserver (noon and summer), and Shiva the Destroyer (night and autumn-winter). For this same reason it is symbolic of the reconciliation of opposites, as with Hegel's dialectic: "thesis + antithesis = synthesis." The holy family is triune because male and female, light and dark, are reconciled in the product of their union. Adam and Eve had three children: Abel, or meekness, and Cain, whose severity devoured Abel; in the latter's stead was placed Seth, the reconciliatory principle of equilibrium, the Middle Path. (See: S.L. MacGregor Mathers's Kabbalah Unveiled) It is both a lunar and a solar number. The moon has three major phases - the two crescents and the full moon, while the sun has three primary points in its existence: the low winter solstice, or Christmas; the high summer solstice, or Baptism; and the two equinoxes of March and September (the Fall and Redemption of Man), when day and night are equal. (Therefore: the longest night, the longest day, and the two points of equilibrium.) It is commonly found in folklore, as in three wishes, three tries, three princes or princesses, and three witches. Three is the second triangle number (1 being the first), therefore its symbol is naturally this figure.
- Allegiances Leader: Redstar- russet tom with yellow eyes and white paws. Deputy: Mosseye- black and white she-cat. Apprentice: Waterpaw. Medicine cat: Wildberry- grey tabby she-cat with brown stripes. Fuzzywing- fluffy, dusty brown tom with a white chest. Apprentice: Ripplepaw. Brambletail- tabby tom with fiery orange eyes. Goldenfur- golden she-cat. Hawkheart- brown tom. Addertooth- tortoiseshell she-cat. Mouseear- brown she cat with a light brown tail. Apprentice: Reedpaw. Leopardclaw- surprisingly spotty tom. Thorntail- golden brown tom. Scarface- white tom, re-named for all his scars. Brightfur- white she-cat with ginger patches. Apprentice: Cinderpaw. Runningleg- thin dark brown tom. Sandfur- light ginger she-cat. Spottedpelt- tortoiseshell tom. Bluestorm- dark grey she-cat. Apprentice- Greenpaw Rabbitear- dusty brown tom. Frostfur- white she-cat Dapplepelt-grey she-cat with black flecks. Sandstripe- pale ginger tom with black stripes. Applefrost- brown she-cat with white patches. Ripplepaw- she-cat with long creamy brown fur. Reedpaw- reddish brown tom. Cinderpaw- dark grey she-cat with amber eyes. Greenpaw- greenish blue tom. Waterpaw Rosefang- brown she-cat with a pinkish tinge. Kits Oakkit (brown tom) Berrykit (light brown tom) Honeykit (pale ginger she-cat) Lavenderkit (purplish grey she-cat) Stormpool- grey she-cat, expecting Scarface's kits. Crowclaw- black tom. Allegiances Leader: Gorsestar- Dark brown tom. Deputy: Mudpool- Brown tom with yellow eyes. Medicine cat: Sharptooth- Long-furred light grey she-cat. Dazeeye- Grey she-cat, blind to her right eye. Flowerpath- Tortoiseshell she-cat. Apprentice: Swiftpaw Darkclaw- Very dark brown tom. Silvereye- Grey she-cat with silver patch around both her eyes. Stelthheart- Tabby tom. Apprentice: Shrewpaw. Stormcloud- Light grey tom with patches of white. Featherear- Silver she-cat. Raventail- Pure black tom. Daisyfur- Ginger and white she-cat. Sparrowheart- Reddish brown tom with white chest. Scorchpelt- russet tom. Dawntail- orange she-cat with white stripes. Cedareye- yellowish brown she-cat. Kestrelwing- mottled grey tom. Emberclaw- russet tom with yellow eyes. Furzepelt- grey and white she-cat Sedgewhisker- light brown tabby she-cat. Petaldust- pinkish brown she-cat Apprentice: Dewpaw. Grassnose- Greenish grey tom. Dewpaw- Grey tom with black flecks. Swiftpaw- black and white tom. Shrewpaw- light brown tom. Fernpelt- Light brown she-cat with black patches. Kits: Hazelkit (Light brown she-cat.) Seedkit (Grey tom.) Willowcloud- Light grey she-cat with white paws, tail and head. Allegiances Leader: Sagestar- Light grey she-cat. Deputy: Patchedwillow- Brown and white tom. Medicine cat: Harefur- White tom. Eagleheart- Dark brown tom with white chest. Vineclaw- Calico she-cat. Ryefoot- Fluffy tabby she-cat. Stonewhisker- Grey tom with black whiskers. Apprentice: Rowanpaw. Moleeye- Plump brown tom. Apprentice: Poppypaw. Meadowleap- Ginger she-cat. Nettlepatch- Ruffeled black and white fur with long menacing claws. Roinwing- Red tom. Apprentice: Beechpaw. Mallowheart- Small white she-cat. Talonclaw- Golden tabby tom. Ashtail- Light grey tom with black tail. Brackentail- golden tabby tom. Ivynose- white tabby she-cat. Dovepool- grey she-cat Rosefur- tabby she-cat Cherryheart- tortoiseshell she-cat Molepelt- brown tom. Olivewhisker- ginger tom. Beechpaw- Dark ginger tom. Snowpaw- White she-cat Poppypaw- tortoiseshell she-cat. Cherryleaf- Russet she-cat. Kits Pricklekit (Pale grey tom.) Archfur- Spiky russet fur with black nose. Allegiances Leader: Finchstar- Tabby tom. Deputy: Brindlefur- mottled brown she-cat. Medicine Cat: Wolfclaw- light grey tom. Apprentice: Foxpaw. Hollycloud- pure black she-cat. Apprentice: Swallowpaw. Birchleaf- light brown tabby tom. Apprentice: Pigeonpaw. Twigleg- long limed brown tom. Buzzardfeather- mottled brown tom. Birdwing- blue grey she-cat. Apprentice: Dirtpaw. Smokeheart- dark grey tom. Lilyfrost- grey and white she-cat. Apprentice: Blossompaw. Logpelt- tabby tom. Quaileye- brown and black tabby tom. Apprentice: Acornpaw Pinenose- russet tom. Kinkpelt- black and white she-cat. Lionfur- golden tom. Whitefoot- pure black tom with white feet. Blackstorm- black tom. Tigerstripe- tabby tom. Boulderheart- grey tom. Ferretleap- fluffy brown she-cat. Swallowpaw- Dark brown tom. Pigeonpaw- Grey she-cat. Dirtpaw- Brown tom. Blossompaw- Tortoiseshell she-cat Acornpaw- Ginger tom. Foxpaw- russet tom. Drifttail- Brown she-cat, expecting Lionfur's kits. Squirrelfur- fluffy ginger she-cat. Kits, Brackenkit (Golden tabby tom.) Furze- White and grey she-cat. Pebblepool- grey and white she-cat Cloverleaf- tabby tom. "Hold still Oakkit!" Wildberry, the medicine cat meowed gently," Can you hold him down Rabbitear?" The dusty brown tom placed his paws on Oakkit's legs," He will be okay right?" "Of course! Its only a thorn scrape along his belly, and its not to deep." Wildberry chewed up a dock leaf and spread the pulp along the scar. "Ouch! It stings!" Oakkit growled. "It will,"Wildberry grunted then turned to Rabbitear," If Oakkit's wound does not get better in two sunrises, come back to me. I will keep him in my den for the time being." The warrior dipped his head and padded out of the den. Wildberry wrapped the remaining dock leaves in a beech leaf. A scent wafted into her nose. "Hello Mosseye. How is Waterpaw's training going" "Great! She will be a warrior in no time!" Mosseye purred. Her muzzle brushed against Wildberry's. Her sisters presents warmed her," I could use some warriors to help me with collecting some herbs, I'm a little low in storage." "Of course." The two cats entered the clearing, quickly running out of the gorse tunnel. Many scents came from the Thunderclan forest, but Wildberry could easily detect the smell of Lavender and Yarrow, the two herbs she needed. "You can go get the Lavender, I will get the yarrow." Wildberry instructed. Mosseye's whiskers twitched with amusement," You have always had a good nose," The black-and-white cat galloped away to the herb. Wildberry reached the yarrow and plucked off a large stem and breathed in the sweet smell of the herb. Mosseye leaped out from around a bush, the small purple flowers on a stem, dangling from her mouth. "Thank you." WIldberry mumbled with the yarrow in her mouth and twitched her nose. She found herself smelling the scent of Borage. She gestured with her tail for Mosseye to grab the Borage. Wildberry's den floor was covered in herbs and berries of all types. Her pelt was bound to smell of them by the time she finished orting them out. "My scar hurts!" Oakkit meowed," Can I have some dandelion?" "How did you know?" Wildberry asked, reaching for the yellow flower. She pulled off the leaves and handed them to Oakkit, not noticing she was to far away from him for him to easily grasp. She looked back at the kit, who was reaching out for the dandelion. "Oh no! you opened the wound! You made it bleed." Oakkit looked at the newly healed scar," Here, chew this dock leaf for me so I can get some spider webs." Wildberry wrapped the sticky web around her paw, she heard Oakkit spitting out the yarrow onto his paw, she padded over to the kit. She swiped the pulp off Oakkit's paw and rubbed it into his scar, then layered on the spider web. "You need to rest, you will have to stay with me tonight incase you open your scar again. What were you even doing in the warriors den? You know you are not allowed in." "I know! I was playing warrior with Honeykit. She dared me to go in, then Hawkheart came out. I thought he saw me and decided I would jump into the bramble bush to hide myself. I'm lucky I didn't get anymore in. I don't see why mother should make such a big deal out of it" Oakkit grumbled. Rosefang was Oakkit's mother. Wildberry licked Rosefang's kit between the ears," All kit mothers worry about their kits." "Is he okay?" Rabbitear padded into the den. "Sorry, Rabbitear. He will have to stay with me tonight. I don't want Rosefang coming into my den with Oakkit to disturb a good night's sleep!" The warrior grunted a reply, then turned to go out of the den. When Rabbitear had left, Oakkit pointed with his tail to a glossy, round, red berry," Why do you have Deathberries?" Wildberry pushed the berry into a crack in the den wall. Deathberries were usually only used by ShadowClan medicine cats to end a suffering cats life. Not in the whole line of ThinderClan medicine cats, had they ever used these berries," I may need them some day." A fluffy tom walked past the medicine cat den with a plump vole in his jaws. The whole Clan was glad it was Greenleaf. "Fuzzywing!" Wildberry called. The tom turned his head to look at the cat who had called him, his eyes brightened as he saw Wldberry. He galloped over to her, dropping his prey on the foodpile first. "Hello Wildberry! Anything you need?" A sleek she-cat padded up to Fuzzywing, it was his apprentice Ripplepaw," Ripplepaw, go get something to eat, you deserve it." Ripplepaw mewed a thanks, then dragged a small rabbit over to Greenpaw, who was sunning himself. "No, all my stocks are full. Thank StarClan the Clan is over the outbreak of Greencough and Whitecough. Although we lost Darkkit." Wildberry murmured. "At least we did not lose more." Fuzzywing blinked in the fading sunlight," I havn't seen Mosseye around. How is doing being deputy?" "Fine, I think. There is a gathering tonight, do you thing Redstar will mention Riverclan stealing our prey? I thought the only ate fish!" "No." Fuzzywing glanced over his shoulder to his russet leader," He doesn't need to. We have enough." "We need all we've got!" Wildberry hissed. Fuzzywing licked a paw and drew it over his ear," You don't need to get angry about it." "But it's valuable! We have the tree's! They have the river! It's bad enough they have already taken back sunningrocks!" Suddenly, a yowl echoed around the camp. "Reedpaw!" Sandfur shrieked, running over to her kit," Wildberry! Come quickly!" Wildberry raced out of her den to observe the situation. The sight of Reedpaw made her stop in her tracks. Blood covered the apprentice's face and body. Deep scars all over his frail body. "What happened?" Wildberry asked, surprised by the calmness in her voice. "RiverClan... Attacked our patrol." Reedpaw gasped," We had... The last one." "Hush now." Wildberry pushed Reedpaw's head gently to the ground. Shadow's stretched around the camp. "Why would RiverClan?" Goldenfur hissed. "They know sunning rocks is ours!" Brambletail growled. "We lost the last battle remember?" Redstar padded over to the apprentice," RiverClan wouldn't do this. It is against the warrior code. I will ask them at the gathering. Is everyone ready?" "I don't think I should go. I must look after Reedpaw. Bring him to my den." Wildberry gulped. Reedpaw was in very bad condition. His training would be delayed for two or three moons. The medicine cat raced to her den, quickly preparing a moss nest and grabbing dock leaves, Chervil, dandelion and spider webs. The warriors brought Reedpaw in. "Thank you Brambletail, tell Redstar he should take as many warriors as possible. The camp still needs guarding, and I don't think RiveClan would have given wounds like this." Wildberry gestured to Reedpaw," I don't know what could have, so you don't know what could be lurking on the forest." "That would be reasonable, but should Redstar stay then? Mosseye could go. Would you put your leader in danger?" Goldenfur stepped in. "I am not saying Redstar cannot go, I would recommend it, also, what attacked that patrol..." Wildberry stopped suddenly," Who was in that patrol?" "I think Mouseear, Brightfur, Cinderpaw and Spottedpelt." Brambletail retorted. Then where are they?" Goldenfur and Brambletail exchanged nervous glances. "Go tell Redstar, now! Before he leaves! If he has, race after him!" Wildberry hissed. The warriors reacted to the order instantly, while Wildberry turned her attention to Reedpaw. "I'm so sorry! This will sting!" The medicine cat chewed up the dock leaves and layered it on Reedpaw's scars on his flank. Then, she squeezed the extract from the chervil onto the wounds on the apprentices face. Wildberry collected a wad of spider webs and covered the scrapes on his belly and face. "Chew this." Wildberry opened Reedpaw's jaws and shoved in dandelion petals. The apprentices mouth moved slowly as he ate them. "Oakkit? DO you think you can carefully without opening your wound, grab me five poppy seeds from the shelf above you?" "Yes." The kit scooped up the correct amount of seed and handed them to Wildberry. "Now, Reedpaw, lick these poppy seeds up, they will help you sleep and will ease the pain." Wildberry felt a large pang of sympathy for the apprentice. Reedpaw's pink tounge rasped the poppy seeds one by one," Sleep." He murmured. Wildberry curled up around Reedpaw, for the first time in the day, Wildberry realized how hungry she was. But she ignored it and sleep came much more easily. The medicine cat dreamed happily that night. Hunting mice and chasing butterflies, But she was awoken by a sharp paw prodding her. "Oakkit, what is it?" Wildberry blinked sleep out of her eyes and sunlight streamed in from her den. "It is Redstar." WIldberr's leader was at the entrance of the den. Embarrassment flodded over the medicine cat," Hold on please." Although the sun warmed Wildberry's den, an ice cold wind blew into it as well. Dew sparkeled on the morning grass. Reedpaw was awake, but his eyes were clouded with pain. "How are you Reedpaw?" Redstar touched noses with Reedpaw. "Sore." The apprentice moaned. "That is why I came." Redstar meowed," I think it's time we question Reedpaw, ask him what really happened." "I don't think we should. Come tomorrow, we will have more strength." A drop of rain indicated what the weather was now," But I will ask him one question." Redstar nodded and stepped back. "What do you want to ask me, Wildberry?" "What happened to the rest of the patrol?" The apprentice sighed," I will just tell you what happened. As you know, we were patrolling our borders by RiverClan, Spottedpelt was the first to scent it but he didn't know what it was. Cinderpaw was terrified, and I could smell fear coming from Brightfur, although she didn't show it. THe scent had once been faint, but it was much bolder this time, They had been in our territory many times. I think there were lots of them, but I didn't know from their stench." Reedpaw wrinkled up his nose, obviously remembering the attack. "They were not from any Clan, I know that, they were probably rouges. Before we could react, they attacked. I thought they were RiverClan, as they were very well fed. Their glossy sleek fur was like a kittypet's but their pelt had this back ink stuff plastered onto them, so they were camouflaged. I continued to swipe out, hopefully I have one of them a nasty scrape. But he knew exactly where I was, one, because it was early night and because of my russet fur." He snarled. Silence overwhelmed Wildberry. She felt as if she was unable to move with shock. The medicine cat shook herself and began to wrap up more herbs into beech leaves. "We know they attack at night only, so I will set double the amount of guards and-" "No, Redstar." Reedpaw rasped," You do not need it. It was only about half a Clan that attacked us. We don't need it, it will wear all the warriors out." "You never know, that might only be half their Clan that attacked you. They want to take our territory." Wildberry meowed. Redstar nodded in agreement," That would be the only reason they would attack us." "But I would rather not put our cats in danger." Reedpaw muttered. "Reedpaw, you are not leader, or deputy. I will consult this with Mosseye." Redstar padded out of the den. The den was dark, Wildberry walked to the back of it. She stared at the little pool of water. She usually sat here, watching the shimmering water.," Oh StarClan, what have you brought us now?" The responsibility of deputyship was a challenge for Mosseye. But she was up for it, She loved leading cats to their rightful place. Although, Mosseye wanted to be a non-ambitious leader. "Fuzzywing!" Mosseye called to her brother, she knew she sister, Wildberry was treating to Reedpaw. The light brown tom padded over to her," Yes?" "Do you want to go hunting?" Fuzzywing pawed at the ground," I-I don't know." "Are you scared?" Mosseye playfully prodded him. "Yes! Fuzzywing growled," Redstar should forbid cats to go out, Its dangerous." "Only at night. They have this black stuff on their pelts, so they'll stand out like a crow on a lavender bush!" "How do you know this?" "I'm deputy. Redstar spoke to Reedpaw, then he spoke to me about guarding and patrolling." Mosseye replied. Fuzzywing snorted and galloped over to Bluestorm. What ruffeled his fur? "Do you want to join our patrol, Mosseye?" Hawkheat meowed, waving his tail. "Sure." Mosseye padded to the brown tom. she touched noses with him and led the patrol into the forest. "We should stay close together. Our Clan cannot afford to lose anymore cats." Spottedpelt murmured. "This is a hunting patrol, we are not checking our borders." Sadnfur grunted. Hawkheart trotted along side Sandfur, while Spottedpelt hung at the back. "We can do that too." Mosseye twitched her ears. Suddenly, the scent of mouse came behind a tree root. She instantly dropped into a hunters crouch, making sure she was not going to brush her tail against the fern behind her. The small creature was nibbling on a seed and took not notice of Mosseye. Mosseye crept forward, the mouse became closer. She pounced. Suddenly, black streaked in front of her. "My prey, mouse-brain!"
- Three, tamén coñecido coma U2 3, é o primeira edición da banda irlandesa U2, un EP de tres temas gravado e editado en 1979. Foi producido pola banda e Chas de Whalley e só estivo dispoñible en Irlanda no momento da sua aparición.
- THREE, KING’S PROTECTORThree, a warforged paladin of Dol Arrah, has walked beside King Boranel since 976 YKand the Battle of Brey Crossing. Three wasn’t a paladin then, just a warforged fighter serving in the Brelish army.He was part of the forces commanded by King Boranel himself on that day, fighting to repel a Thrane offensiveand retake the bridge spanning the Brey River.When Boranel was cut off from the bulk of the Brelisharmy, Three and a handful of other warforged battled to his side.Together, Boranel, Three, and the otherwarforged held the bridge until the rest of the Brelish troops could launch a counterstrike anddrive the Thrane forces back to Nathyrr. Grateful and impressed by the warforged, particularlyThree, Boranel had the survivors reassigned to his personal troops. Three became a trusted companionof the king, traveling with him and participating in adventures and battles alongside him. When Three askedif he could study with the paladins of Dol Arrah, King Boranel gave his blessing. Afterward, Three returned tobecome the King’s Protector, a duty he performs with honor and commitment because he loves the king andis pleased to call him friend.THREE CR 8Male personality warforged fi ghter 3/paladin 5LG Medium construct (living construct)Init +0; Senses Listen +3, Spot +3Aura courage (10 ft., allies gain +4 on saves against fear)Languages Common, GnomeAC 21, touch 10, fl at-footed 21; light fortifi cation(25% chance to negate critical hit or sneak attack)hp 61 (8 HD); DR 2/adamantineImmune disease, fear, poison, sleep effects, paralysis,disease, nausea, fatigue, exhaustion, effects that causethe sickened condition, energy drain, breatheResist healing at half effect Weakness unusual physical construction (ECS 23); cannot heal lethal damage naturallyFort +10, Ref +3, Will +6Speed 20 ft. (4 squares)Melee +2 adamantine warhammer +14/+9 (1d8+5/×3) orMelee slam +11 (1d4+4) orRanged mwk light crossbow +8 (1d8/19–20)Base Atk +8; Grp +11Atk Options smite evil 2/day, Cleave, Power Attack,Powerful ChargeSpecial Actions lay on hands (5 hp/day), turn undead(+1, 2d6+3, 2nd)Combat Gear potion of bull’s strength, potion of bear’s endurancePaladin Spells Prepared (CL 2nd):1st—bless weaponSpell-Like Abilities (CL 5th):At will—detect evilAbilities Str 16, Dex 10, Con 14, Int 10,Wis 16, Cha 13SQ faint aura of good, special mount, does not need to eat or drinkFeats Adamantine Body, Cleave,Power Attack, Powerful Charge,Weapon Focus (warhammer)Skills Climb +4, Concentration+5, Intimidate +7, Knowledge (religion)+3, Ride +2, Sense Motive +5Possessions combat gear plus +1 heavy steel shield, +2 warhammer, masterwork light crossbowwith 10 bolts, 10 adamantine bolts,cloak, platinum cloak pin (225 gp)
- When the Ark arrived at Refusis II, Three talked with One about what should be done with the Ark's humans. One told Three he had hidden a fission bomb on the ship to kill the humans once the Monoids were settled on Refusis. Three also warned One that he believed that Four was planning a mutiny. Three was correct and was killed during Four's mutiny. (TV: The Ark)
- The Factinistas would have you believe this number is firmly situated between two and four. It feels like it should be somewhere around 16. Maybe 19. Or 108. Whatever the case, three never amounted to anything. There are three branches in the American government. What did that get us? A bunch of filibustering liberal Congressmen and activist judges. Wouldn't one branch be better? A big, sturdy trunk named George W. Bush.
- Three is published by Image Comics. Current price per issue is $2.99.
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