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the neverending battle (all thunderclan) Jul 22, 2016 6:22:25 GMT wulfpack likes this

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Post by skyy and her socks on Jul 22, 2016 6:22:25 GMT

Despite how quickly Tinypaw propelled herself forward, despite the panicked, urgent inhales that she took to try and just keep going, the reality of things had dawned on her. It soaked through her messy, bristled pelt, into her tense muscles. It burned at her heart, at her throat, at her lungs. There was no way a cat, even a leader could have survived the way the badger threw itself at the leader’s body while he was down. Especially not a cat who had the poison of adders in their veins. There had been so many adders, and it had been all their fault.

They’d been where they weren’t supposed to. They’d angered the adders, they’d made Falconstar go looking for them and jump in like that. If they hadn’t then maybe… Who else would have died at the claws of the badger instead. A choked noise escaped the apprentice as she finally glanced back toward Ravenpaw, toward his following black form, before back again. He was keeping up, he was okay. That was… that was a victory, wasn’t it? He was okay at least, even if Falconstar… Tinypaw couldn’t finish the thought, even as they barrelled toward the tunnel, toward the surprised looking guards.

Tinypaw barely gave them a thought as she charged down the tunnel, her paws stumbling and skidding against the roots, dirt and rock, the noise of the camp dull to her ears over the thundering of blood and lost words. They needed the clan. That was what they needed. Yet they… Tinypaw was barely two tail-lengths inside the camp before her paws gave in under the shaking, a wail finally breaking from her jaws. “A badger’s killed Falconstar!” The words were shaky, but loud, a sharp, desperate yowl out across the camp clearing. She couldn’t do this.

Saying it out loud made it real. It was really happening. Her head dropped against the ground, thumping against the sandy ground, body shaking. Her fur remained on end, her tail twice the size if normally was, her tiny form trembling. He was dying and there was nothing that they could do any of them. “It’s at snakerocks!” she choked out against the ground. Maybe she should have gotten up. Maybe she should have tried to find Hazelclaw herself. But she just couldn’t. Her limbs wouldn’t move. Her heart moved too much. She couldn’t handle the situation. Instead, she lay there, head against the ground, her limbs splayed awkwardly around her as another choked wail broke free.

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NOTES: the announcement of falconstar's death. from here hazelclaw will organise the battle patrol for the badger and to retrieve the body, so i've tagged all those who have confirmed their participation in that. the forest prince is the thread he died officially in.

Last Edit: Jul 23, 2016 1:03:51 GMT by skyy and her socks

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Post by alee on Jul 22, 2016 6:48:39 GMT

He was running. Grass swiped sharp at his paws, the blood roared in his ears like the thundering screech of a monster, and his breath tore ragged at his maw, every shallow gasp searing painfully at his lungs. Ravenpaw thought of nothing. No, he couldn't think. If he thought about Falconstar, and his form dead and bloodied back where the badger still roamed...A vision fluttered before his mind's eye, of grass stained scarlet and the broken, disfigured body of the once regal and majestic leader.

He was going to throw up. It was too much, all his fault, the noises of the ensuing battle still ringing loudly in his ear drums, and with every stumbling pound of his pawsteps he felt sure that he'd collapse and faint. His muscles trembled violently, and only the sheer, pure bliss of relief at seeing the edge of the ravine surged him onward. He practically tripped down the slope, rocks skidding carelessly beneath his paws and sharp pebbles digging deep beneath the cracks between his toes.

Tinypaw was already overflowing, the words tumbling like a river from her lips. As he dragged his way into camp, unable to suppress his mournful shivers, he began to speak, his words jumbled and meshed together until he wasn't quite sure what he was saying. "the...the adders. the adders bit him! I didn't mean to, I swear, we just wanted to play a game and then...and then they got aggressive, and Falconstar saved us, and then there was a badger and..." His lime eyes stretched wide, and before he could finish his mumbling mess, legs folded beneath his form, unable to continue on.

He just wanted to sleep for decades upon decades; to curl up and allow the darkness to enfold him in its comforting depths.

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the neverending battle (all thunderclan) Jul 22, 2016 20:29:15 GMT

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Post by crescendo on Jul 22, 2016 20:29:15 GMT

— YOU HAVE NO CONTROL —
who lives who dies who tells your story

Pearpaw was just placing a piece of prey on the Freshkill pile—warm pride flowed through the young ginger-and-white tom’s chest—when he heard an explosion of movement at the entrance of camp. He whipped his head around. Narrowed eyes quickly widened at the sight of Tinypaw—his Clan-mate was bristling and looked terribly shaken. Quickly he dropped his prey and hurried in her direction. He froze in place at her words though, muscles freezing and pelt beginning to bristle as well.

What? Pearpaw thought, stunned. Falconstar wasn’t what he would have called his favorite cat, but there was a strange crawling of dread through his pelt as the words began to sink in. A badger had killed Falconstar? Pearpaw’s heart lurched, and he hurried toward Tinypaw. His heart wrenched, her grief was too real to be some elaborate prank. She looked like the whole world had broken under her paws.

“Tinypaw—I…” Pearpaw’s voice caught in his throat, he couldn’t think of what to say. He had a hard time being close to the other apprentices—Loudpaw was his friend but… but… Pearpaw shook his head. This was his Clan-mate. She was hurting, he could… try something right? “Hazelclaw will do something it’ll—Falconstar... he... he would probably be happy that you and Ravenpaw are safe, right? We'll figure this out...”

“So there’s badgers and adders?” Mothfang’s snarled words made Pearpaw jump, and the young apprentice shot his blood relative an uncomfortable glance. Mothfang wasn’t paying him much mind though, the old tom was carefully looking Ravenpaw over with clear concern in his amber eyes. “That’s right! Hazelclaw’ll send a patrol after them, we’ll tear the badger’s pelt off his back. Are either of you youngun’s hurt?”

“I could lead the patrol,” Stoatclaw stated loudly, boldly. Pearpaw’s father looked as though he were daring another cat to deny him the right—but even Pearpaw had to admit the dark warrior was overstepping his bounds. Mothfang’s pelt rose and he whirled on the warrior who was at Pearpaw’s shoulder. “Pearpaw, would you like to come kill a badger?”

For a moment Pearpaw was blindly flattered, then fear swamped him. He wasn’t old enough to face a badger—and Mothfang bared his teeth in clear anger. Before the old tom could say anything Squirrelfang butted her way between the elder and the warrior.

“Knock it off, mousebrains! This isn’t the time. Hazelclaw will figure out who to send on the patrol,” Squirrelfang was staring so viciously at Stoatclaw that Pearpaw wanted to sink into the ground just by the mere association. It made him uncomfortable that he’d feel so much shame for his father, but he was uncomfortable with the tom’s sudden immediate need to take control.

“Tinypaw, Ravenpaw—do you want me to fetch Blueberry and Peachpaw?” Pearpaw asked, worried suddenly that maybe the two had been hurt. Or even that they might need something else. He noticed his father shoot him an absolutely filthy look, but even he couldn’t summon a stab of hatred for Peachpaw now. If she was good for anything it was herbs right?

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the neverending battle (all thunderclan) Jul 22, 2016 22:33:15 GMT

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Post by just atlanta. on Jul 22, 2016 22:33:15 GMT

Something akin to a panicked atmosphere was quickly making itself known in the camp. At Tinypaw’s first shrill cry, Birchsong swept out of the warriors’ den, ears pricked and eyes keen for the slightest bit of trouble, for if there was something shady afoot, she would have liked to have been in the thick of it. But as more and more cats began to the gather, the tension rising like a lightningstorm in summer, she quickled began to realized that this was not the everyday Clan drama she was used to. Frowning, the thick-furred she-cat made her way over to where the Clan was gathering, warriors and apprentices alike; at the center of it all were the two young cats, Tinypaw and Ravenpaw, looking for all the world as though they had just been through the shock of their lives.

”A badger’s killed Falconstar! It’s at Snakerocks!”

Birchsong laughed. Impossible. Her brother had many shortcomings, but mortality, it had always seemed, was not one of them. There were many things that Birchsong had faulted him for over their lives, but weakness and frailty were not among them – Falconstar was simply one of the strongest cats in the forest. Even she could admit it. And not only that, but he had the many lives of a Clan leader; even if he had been killed by a badger, StarClan would have simply healed the fatal blow and sent him back to the forest. Really, these young brats were far too impressionable these days. There could be no doubt that her fool of a brother bleeding out somewhere in the forest, and these two had probably panicked and mistaken him for being dead. Peering around at the cats who had already assembled, the she-cat realized with a snort that no one was bothering to correct the pair; instead, they were whipping themselves into a panic and already snipping at each other over who would be a part of what, and what would happen next, already speaking as though Hazelclaw would be the one making those decisions. She felt a brief stab of sympathy: Dear brother, is this the Clan you dedicate your every waking moment to? See how quickly they write you off for dead? I won’t abandon you to the forest – hold on, I’m coming.

Pressing forward, Birchsong came to stand in front of the two apprentices, and stared down her nose at them haughtily. ”I don’t believe it,” she growled. ”Not for one moment. And whether it’s true or not, how could you have left him there in the forest alone, to be carried off by some animal!?” Whipping around to address the others, Birchsong curled her lip back, showing off a row of glistening fangs. ”And shame on the lot of you! Would Falconstar have been so quick to believe any of you were dead? No! I know my brother – he would have waited to see it for himself, and already you speak as though Hazelclaw is leader. Such talk is an insult to his memory!” For his entire life, Falconstar had passed her over in favor of the rest of the Clan. Since they had become apprentices, he had lost the time for her. And for years, she had resented him for it – and still did. But to see the Clan he had dedicated his life to so ready to accept his death was tantamount to betrayal…at least in her eyes. A part of her received a jolt of vindictive pleasure to see the Clan so willing to write him off. I always told you they weren’t worth your time. But the fragment of her that still loved her brother ached for him, knowing that it wouldn’t be an easy piece of knowledge for him to swallow.

”Before we go chasing after badgers, our first priority should be finding Falconstar himself.” And when they had found him, he could explain for himself.

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the neverending battle (all thunderclan) Jul 23, 2016 1:31:43 GMT

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Post by Hara on Jul 23, 2016 1:31:43 GMT

Dapplepaw had been grooming herself, enjoying the warm sunshine outside the apprentice's den. It was quiet, and peaceful, and for once, she had allowed herself a little break from training to relax and rest.

But evidently StarClan had decided it was not a time for rest, for it was not a few moments after Dapplepaw had settled before Tinypaw rushed into the camp, trembling, yowling in a tone that made the russet apprentice's fur rise.

“A badger’s killed Falconstar!”

It took a moment for her to register the words, and a moment more to process their meaning. The thought of a death was so absurd to her, so absolutely out of place in this serene day... and the thought of the clan leader even more so. How could the noble Falconstar, so powerful and dedicated, have been killed by a meager badger?

But then Ravenpaw rushed in, and Tinypaw collapsed, and the reality of the situation hit Dapplepaw like she had been dropped into the river after the snowmelt of newleaf. She rose to her feet, bounding forward to where her fellow apprentices lay collapsed, feeling as if she were in a dream. There was nothing she could do concerning the badger, with the little battle training she had, but she could help the apprentices that seemed to be in shock right now; the warriors would help make the patrol to deal with everything else.

Tinypaw had collapsed first, and it was to Tinypaw that Dapplepaw went to first, giving the fluffed-up apprentice reassuring licks even as she felt herself beginning to tremble. She knew not what to say; everything she could think of sounded wrong, so she simply crouched and groomed the shocked she-cat, offering comfort by presence, hoping someone would bring the medicine cat to make sure the apprentices were okay.

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the neverending battle (all thunderclan) Jul 23, 2016 5:20:27 GMT

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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2016 5:20:27 GMT

` LIGHTNINGSTONE:

407 words. @thunderclan

♚ The rustling in the bushes was the only thing that alerted Lightningstone to the idea that something was going on. He’d been curled up close to the entrance of the camp when the apprentice bust through, his tongue dragging over thick fur in quick stokes as he groomed himself. But once the apprentice had tumbled into the camp, he felt like his breath had been ripped from his chest.

Falconstar was dead. Falconstar, the cat who had been only two moons into his apprenticeship when Lightningstone, then Sparky, had stumbled upon the clan. The cat who Lightningpaw looked to when he was training for inspiration as to how much he threw himself into his studies. The cat whose eyes had always been so bright and had been so welcoming, even though he was a kittypet, and the cat who had been their leader, taking care of them and keeping them warm and fed under his reign.

The pointed tom felt like his tongue was lead, eyes burning at the corners where tears were gathering. He didn’t think he would wail, didn’t think he would make much noise at all, but somehow he felt himself letting out a dull moan of anguish as he sunk back to the ground, tucking his paws over his face. Maybe it really was time to move to the elders den permanently if he was going to be as emotional as this, unable to handle himself at the death of another cat.

The warrior’s life is burying your friends before their time, and the warrior’s life is understanding that this is something you have to deal with, something that can only make you stronger to protect those around you so that they wouldn’t be taken next. Lightningstone had lost many friends that way. He didn’t think he would go before Falconstar, didn’t think—

( and isn’t that his problem? All that time spent recovering, and he didn’t think. )

The call to help fight against the badgers fell on his deaf ears as he let out another sob, trying to hide the fact that he was crying. It wasn’t helping. These were the sobs of a cat who knew he had overstayed his welcome if he, a cat who used to be an outsider, had outlived the cat who had spent his whole life there.

He was too weak to even avenge his friend’s life, and he felt so useless because of it.

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the neverending battle (all thunderclan) Jul 23, 2016 12:32:45 GMT wulfpack likes this

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Post by ame on Jul 23, 2016 12:32:45 GMT

❊ IN THESE VOLATILE TIMES ❊

When the syllables first hit her ears, Hazelclaw is filled with a range of emotions.

Badger. Worry. Annoyance. Badgers were proving to be a recurring nuisance, a dangerous one they couldn’t seem to shake. If every badger vanished off the face of the territories, she wouldn’t be sad in the slightest. She pulls herself to her feet.

Killed. A surge of wrath. Not directed at the apprentices, but the predators themselves. Her toes flex instinctively into the earth. Her teeth grit. Something swells in her chest when she steps forward, as if the full force of her fury was moving her. She would have the badger’s blood herself if it came to that.

Falconstar. Icy silence. She halts suddenly, eyes wide, questioning. Surely they mean he only died once. As far as she knows, he has eight lives remaining, right? He’s following right behind them… Right?

Ravenpaw arrives, filling in where Tinypaw’s words fail her. Hazelclaw’s green gaze flicks between the two of them. The leader’s missing presence is tangible, though the weight of their words has yet to settle on her. Her mind comprehends; her heart insists everything is okay.

Words are already whipping about the camp. Somehow she keeps up with them. “Pearpaw, yes, go fetch them,” she says quietly, eyes never leaving the two news bearers. She wants to curl up beside them, she wants to believe Birchsong’s words. The full weight of her role as deputy is pressing down on her, and she feels she is burning in the spotlight.

She is not a leader. She is not. But in Falconstar’s… absence, there is one thing she knows she can do, and can do well.

Hazelclaw turns in place, and with a powerful stride, makes her way to the peak of Highrock. The texture is unfamiliar under her paws, its surface covered with scratch marks from leaders past, and standing over her clanmates like this was not something she ever wished for. It is almost dizzying. Part of her clings to the hope that this is only a temporary arrangement.

No time for formalities or fanfare. Many of her clanmates have already gathered anyway. In a quick moment, she takes in their expressions.

Hazelclaw doesn’t so much as pause to clear her throat. “I’m arranging a battle patrol now.” Her voice is firm and steady, clearer than she expected it to be, much stronger than she feels inside. Green eyes sweep over the crowd, considering the cats she feels will be fit for the patrol. Hold their own. Work together. Listen to orders.

“Blizzardclaw. Morningfrost.” Strong warriors in their own right. Her gaze lingers on her former apprentice. She is confident in his ability. “Plumpounce. Larkholly.” Two more should do it. “Lilysong. Jackalfang.”

“Prepare yourselves and meet me at the entrance of camp.” She turns her attention to the rest of the Clan. Her eyes settle briefly, coldly, on Stoatclaw as she says her next words. “No one else is to leave until the patrol returns. I want the remaining warriors to guard the camp.”

With that, she descends from Highrock. A storm is churning in her chest. She refuses to let it consume her. You should be sad. You should be mourning. Her expression hardens. Later. She will have time later. Right now, she is anxious, and angry, and scared, and heading to battle.

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Last Edit: Jul 23, 2016 12:35:32 GMT by ame

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the neverending battle (all thunderclan) Jul 23, 2016 23:01:33 GMT

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Post by Shiny on Jul 23, 2016 23:01:33 GMT

“A badger’s killed Falconstar!” ... Well those were pleasant words to wake up to. Blizzardclaw wasn't usually a cat to take mid-day naps, but he'd been up on the dawn patrol earlier that day and hadn't gone back to sleep until a little while ago. He wasn't sure how long he'd been resting in his nest, but it was long enough.

Tinypaw's declaration echoed in his head even as he stumbled from the warriors den, still not completely awake but aware enough to know the Clan was trying to talk over each other. He headed towards the apprentices first, who looked very much like they needed a soothing word. Dapplepaw seemed to be trying her hardest to help Tinypaw too, but even she looked like she was about to break apart.

His paternal instincts wouldn't let him ignore it, and Blizzardclaw settled himself right in front of all three apprentices. "You did well, you two, bringing us this news. It would have been hours before somebody knew something was wrong, and by that time somebody else could have gotten hurt. It's not your fault. Sshh, there now, it's okay."

He remembered when his kits were little and they'd experienced their first storm. He and Snowheart had comforted them just like this. It made his heart ache for simpler times, so long ago. The voice of Hazelclaw made him look away from the apprentices to see her standing on the High Rock. It was so weird seeing her up there. Not too long ago it was Applestar, then Falconstar talking to the Clan from that rock.

If Hazelclaw felt uncomfortable, she didn't show it. “I’m arranging a battle patrol now." She looked around to find cats and Blizzardclaw stood up straighter, hoping to be chosen. He had taken part in the fight against the badger that had killed Applestar, so he thought it only right that he be part of the patrol to get revenge for Falconstar. Luckily his name was the first one out of Hazelclaw's mouth.

He nodded and turned back to the apprentices. "We'll chase off that badger and we will bring Falconstar back. I promise."

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the neverending battle (all thunderclan) Jul 24, 2016 5:39:38 GMT

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Post by wulfpack on Jul 24, 2016 5:39:38 GMT

LARKHOLLY

it's happening now, and
it's always been like this.

Tufted ears swiveled alert as pebbles and paws tumbled about the entrance of the Thunderclan camp. Larkholly gave idle attention to his curiosity, not in the mood to entertain his sometimes-questionable sense of alarm. He had just finished his favorite pastime, roll-around-in-camp-clearing-blissfully, and his fur felt warm and smelled of happy Thunderclanners; it wasn't a mood he was looking to sour with anxiety!

But that was not as Starclan would have it, it seemed.

Big, cloudy amber eyes had just come to blink blearily toward the scuffle, notice two apprentices looking ready to drop--some mischief gone wrong and ended in a chase back to camp, perhaps?--when the littler tabby yowled the news.

Larkholly felt feverish--heavy, as if he wasn't convinced of his surroundings, as if he may fall ill at any second. His curiosityhad faded to what another cat might only describe as dread; the awkward, ugly wails were easy to identify as wrong, even to him. This couldn't be any kind of elaborate prank.

Something was deeply wrong, and it had happened again, and maybe somewhere inside him between the part clawing against this, begging him to go back to the den and wake up when things were good again, and the part that knew what good that'd do, another part of him burned to enter the midst of it, see how it felt. But he knew how it'd feel.

Call it morbid curiosity, call it self-deprecation. Falconstar was dead. Or... was he?

Amidst the chaos, Hazelclaw spoke, and Larkholly felt a full-body wave of relief rush though his blood at the distraction from his thoughts (and Birchsong's.. suggestions). The deputy will know what to do. Everything will turn out alright with some direction.

"I'm arranging a battle patrol now."

A battle patrol. Starclan, he hoped he could help. He wasn't the clan's best warrior, only leaving apprenticeship a few moons ago, but he was resilient and strong--like holly, the young warrior wanted to help.

"Blizzardclaw. Morningfrost,"

He needed to help. Couldn't stand sitting by and watching them, in agony like this. He couldn't stand feeling helpless.

"Plumpounce. Larkholly."

Anxiety. That was a feeling he knew well.

The big tom's chest felt heavy, pinpricks behind his skull there to keep him company. Nothing a quick scratch wouldn't fix, but it didn't matter; if cats were looking at him, it was to be expected. He wouldn't let them down, not after all Thunderclan had done for him.

As his shoulders rolled, giving room for his head to raise high, Larkholly's large form unfurled; surprising even himself, as he peered unusually far at the ground below. Surely he wasn't the largest Thunderclan had seen in all its moons, but under his usual slouch or affable low posture, sometimes it was difficult to tell the tabby really was quite so.. tall.

And, was all Larkholly could think, it will be a great merit for fighting a badger.

Squaring his shoulders, the young warrior perked his ears and steadied his eyes, forgetting the prickles behind his skull and the sickly weight of terror in his chest. Later. He rested his eyes upon the deputy, looking steady. It was an admirable job; Larkholly was more than certain he wasn't the only once who felt a pang of alarm at the sight of Hazelclaw at the tip of Highrock, a spot only so long ago reserved for the familiar Falconstar.

He did not speak, but did his best to signal his readiness in rapt attention, briefly scanning the cats around him as the final names were called. No more young cats would be jeopardized by this badger problem; they would see to it.

NOTES: i started this on mobile so no table (edit: ADDED A NEW TABLE NOW >:3) also i have internet now YEA!!! @thunderclan

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Last Edit: Aug 1, 2016 20:22:07 GMT by wulfpack

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the neverending battle (all thunderclan) Jul 25, 2016 0:05:45 GMT

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Post by tikker ♪ ♫ on Jul 25, 2016 0:05:45 GMT

tinypaw and ravenpaw barreled through the camp's entrance raising the largest commotion the clan had probably seen in quite a few moons. their message claimed that falconstar was dead at snakerocks and a badger was loose on the territory. with that, lilysong was on her paws in an instant, gaze searching for copperstrike or any of her kits. she wasn't going to rest at that moment until she knew each and every one of them were safe.

it seemed like everything happened quickly with birchsong making an outburst like usual and stoatclaw stating that he could lead a patrol to find falconstar and the badger. figures that the self-absorbed tomcat would feel he would be the one to try and make this an opportunity to show how great he was. the cream-colored she-cat sighed and shook her head as she furrowed her brows to think. falconstar had just recieved his nine lives and now they were all gone, it didn't add up.

hazelclaw's voice sounded, sending pearpaw to fetch the medicine cats which meant peachpaw as well, as well as stating she was arranging a battle patrol to find the badger. if it was the badger's doing that killed falconstar of all nine of his lives, then yes, the badger was main priority and then they would bring him back after avenging his honor and memory. "blizzardclaw. morningfrost. plumpounce. larkholly. lilysong. jacklefang." her ears pricked at her name being called. "prepare yourselfs and meet me at the entrance of camp." with a curt nod, lilysong turned her gaze towards the apprentice's den when she noticed two of her three kits sitting there with fear on their faces. giving the two a smile, lilysong turned to join the others at the camp's entrance. copperstrike would have to find out later since she couldn't find him.

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Last Edit: Jul 25, 2016 0:08:24 GMT by tikker ♪ ♫