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the neverending battle (all thunderclan) Jul 25, 2016 4:27:44 GMT

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Post by skyy and her socks on Jul 25, 2016 4:27:44 GMT

“A badger’s killed Falconstar!”

For a moment, at his place tucked against a fern at the edge of the clearing, Plumpounce could only stare as the tiny apprentice tumbled forward. It felt like the world stopped, before suddenly roaring back into life, the clan bursting forth in a wave of panic, alarm, anger. Some took the words with disbelief, others with absolute truth. It was a battle between what to do and who was being realistic in the middle of the camp, as cats rushed toward the two apprentices lying in the middle of the clearing.

Plumpounce himself wasn’t sure what to make of it. Slowly, he climbed to his paws, his gut twisting uncomfortably. There was a badger, regardless of the situation. Falconstar’s position in the whole thing was still doubtful. Or maybe that was a subconscious effort of his own not to believe the situation. Even so, there was a lump forming in his throat, at the idea of a badger being out there again… and the idea that Falconstar could be dying without anyone around to help. His ears flicked back against his skull. No, they needed evidence first.

The white tom stepped forward, his ginger tail lashing behind him as he watched Lightwhisker storm past him toward Birchfrost. “Of course you would expect an apprentice to go and get themselves killed if there is a badger! How about you stop lying to yourself and-“ Plumpounce turned his attention away from Lightwhisker as she was cut off by Hazelclaw, the deputy taking position on the highrock. “I’m arranging a battle patrol now.”

The young warrior unsheathed his claws. If Hazelclaw was taking this seriously, then he was with her, whether there was something tangible in front of them or not. Plumpounce glanced around the gathered cats, absently seeking out Mottlenose or his sisters, before once again refocusing. No, he didn’t need to think on what was going on if they were out there with that creature. This was about the badger and Falconstar, and right there and then, as heavy as it weighed on his mind, Plumpounce didn’t see a reason his old denmates would be lying.

“Blizzardclaw. Morningfrost.” The tom lifted his head back to Hazelclaw as she met his gaze. “Plumpounce. Larkholly. Lilysong. Jackalfang. Prepare yourselves and meet me at the entrance of camp.” The white tom swallowed thickly. While he was confident in so much as his fighting ability, this was still something… he’d be lying if he said his heart hadn’t started beating that bit faster, chest constricting. He hadn’t had the chance to be in an actual battle like this before. His amber gaze sought out Larkholly, the other of the young warriors chosen for it.

The tom didn’t look any more confident than he did, even if he was standing slightly taller. Plumpounce forced his claws to sheath once more, stalking across the clearing toward the camp entrance. As he went, he flicked his tail against Larkholly’s shoulder, shooting to tom a weak smile, before forcing himself forward. He didn’t need any additional time to prepare, not if he wanted to keep any of his nerves. He took up position at Lilysong’s side, head lowered, shoulders hunched. He forced his paws to stay still and not shuffle across the ground.

TAGGED: just atlanta. for lightwhisker's words, ame , wulfpack , tikker ♪ ♫ for plumpounce's actions.
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crescendo

Warrior

"they're not worth you"

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the neverending battle (all thunderclan) Jul 25, 2016 21:45:58 GMT

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Post by crescendo on Jul 25, 2016 21:45:58 GMT

— TO SAVE FACE, HOW LOW CAN YOU GO? —
TALK A LOTTA GAME BUT YET YOU DON'T KNOW

Stoatclaw a growl rising out of his throat. The pelt along his shoulders was rising as he faced off with Birchsong—Falconstar better have been dead. This was his chance to prove the tom had been wrong when he chose Hazelclaw as his deputy. This was his chance to prove to her that she better put him at her side. It was Stoatclaw’s destiny to lead—the death of Falconstar was just taking him one pawstep closer to his goal.

He didn’t speak as Hazelclaw approached the group however—even though his tail lashed and he shot Pearpaw a sharp warning look at the deputy’s order. “Stay there.”

“But I… I’m sorry Stoatclaw,” Pearpaw meowed. Stoatclaw spat, furious as his son darted around him and loudly cried, “Blueberry! Peachpaw! You’re both needed out here, Ravenpaw and Tinypaw are all shaken up after a badger attack. And—j-just come!”

“Pearpaw!” Stoatclaw snarled—for a moment he was debating heading after him, but he noticed Mothfang loping after the apprentice and decided the two of them were more trouble than he was willing to put up with right now. He saw Pearpaw stick his head into the den, presumably to check if the two useless healers were paying him mind.

“They’ve had a shock—Falconstar’s lost a lot of lives out in the forest,” Mothfang was loudly saying. The old tom glanced back toward Birchsong, before continuing in the same loud tone. “Both of em’ deserve some help.”

Quiet old fool, Stoatclaw thought, tail lashing behind him. The red-brown tom was glaring at Hazelclaw as she listed name after name for the patrol. His ears pricked, and he fell silent as she continued on. He was trembling, his rage swallowed him so wholly. He half wished Peachpaw was nearby so that he could shove the she-cat over and box her ears just to release the energy roaring through him. He sprang to his paws, “Not me? Plumpounce is barely a warrior, you’d send someone who is nearly a kit to fight these badgers but not one of your best warriors?”

“I’ll take the entrance,” Squirrelfang meowed loudly, pointedly ignoring Stoatclaw’s outburst. The tom almost leaped on top of her then and there—he wanted to tear the she-cat’s pelt from her very spine. Instead he stalked past, ears flat against his skull. He said nothing more, too angry to even formulate a response as he heard Squirrelfang saying, “No badger’ll get even a whisker’s length close to camp before I tear his eyes out myself!”

made by nette of gs!

ame with stoat directly being an ass to hazelclaw, @hawkpaw with peachpaw in the den, alee with blueberry in the den, i wasn't sure if i was supposed to wait my turn before posting if so just beat me up rip

Last Edit: Jul 25, 2016 21:48:25 GMT by crescendo

is it thursday yet ?

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aurum

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the neverending battle (all thunderclan) Jul 25, 2016 21:59:24 GMT via mobile

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Post by aurum on Jul 25, 2016 21:59:24 GMT

HISTORY HAS ITS EYES [ ON YOU ]

❝

the whole clan rose quickly in turmoil, voices overlapping each other in a flurry of disbelief, worry, fear, uncertainty, anger. tinypaw and ravenpaw, the catalysts of the panic heavily settling upon each clan member’s chests, unable to hold themselves upright and instead laying down in the center of it all. morningfrost regarded the whole situation as a jumbled blur, and he caught only bits and pieces of conversation. falconstar. killed. badger. snakebites. okay, then. long story short, complete mayhem.

the ginger tom hung back; he didn’t see the appeal in squeezing himself into all that trouble. the medicine cats had already been fetched and were now just waiting upon their arrivals. cats have all voiced their opinions and concerns. morningfrost had nothing to contribute to this. and besides, in his own mind, he was already in a state of burbling paranoia. if falconstar had truly been killed, then the badger was still roaming the territory and could claim more lives. and if there was a badger—or really anything dangerous and requires potential heroic acts to remedy that—then morningfrost’s brother would certainly want to jump into the fray. he spent his entire life dedicated to keeping his impulsive sibling from an early death; there was no possible way he was allowing silverantler to have anything to do with the predator. sure, that meant there was the possibility of risking his own life in the process, but morningfrost’s self-preserving ways aside, he was willing to do anything to eradicate this danger. anything for his brother.

hazelclaw’s voice was a beacon of clarity in the sea of clamor, and the warrior immediately turned to face her. upon hearing his name in the list, there was a twinge of relief mixed with brief hesitation in his chest. was he really going to do this? it was too late to back out now, and he had a responsibility to serve this clan. not to mention that this was an opportunity to prove his father that he was no coward, that he had a use. grim expression and shoulders square, he looked at the other members of the patrol. no silverantler. good. and even beyond his own volition, his gaze flitted briefly over lightwhisker’s bristling form. maybe it was because she was trying to face off with birchsong, or maybe it was something else. his heart wrenched, and he looked away. that she-cat didn’t mean anything to him, and he certainly didn’t mean anything to her.

he sighed. time to face his impending doom.

[ PS ] @thunderclan with mentions of lightwhisker and silverantler

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alee

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the neverending battle (all thunderclan) Jul 26, 2016 1:25:10 GMT alpine likes this

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Post by alee on Jul 26, 2016 1:25:10 GMT

Her day had begun as normal - foraging for herbs, combining intoxicating mixtures of ripened berries and mint laden, pulpy leaves...Alas, the morning had been as usual as most mornings were for the warrior turned medicine cat. And as sunlight dripped down upon the hollow clearing where she lay, ice blue eyes fixed intently on a possible new concoction of medicinal flora, for a moment it seemed as if she could allow the eerie message from her brother Seednose to slip from her mind.

Alas, life is never so kind and fair.

It was the rippling yowl that startled Blueberry from her daydreams. Ears folded back against her nape, and her muzzle shot up, head tilted just over the curve of her shoulder to where a gap in the ferns revealed the entrance of camp. As the dust cleared, the small form of an apprentice was revealed within its murky mists; though too far away to hear her jumbled words, Blueberry could sense the urgency in her voice just by her wide, dilated optics, and the trembling that shook at her pelt.

Blueberry climbed to her paws, advancing slowly as she peered through the curtain of leaves. Ravenpaw appeared next, before his legs bucked beneath his weight. Clanmates were already gathering, wide eyed and fur stiff. A lump formed hard against her gullet, suffocating and sharp, each swallow wracked with a quiver of pain. "Peachpaw. Go fetch some poppy seeds." Her tone escaped as a low, scratchy rasp, tearing hard at her throat and escaping her lips in naught above a whisper.

Something horrible had happened, that much was clear. But what? "Destiny is predetermined. What must happen, will happen."

Seednose...is this the destiny you spoke of? The thought chilled her to the very marrow, every frantic beat of her heart pulsing against her rib cage. But then the clear form of Pearpaw called out, and her stomach twisted harshly at his desperate words. “Blueberry! Peachpaw! You’re both needed out here, Ravenpaw and Tinypaw
are all shaken up after a badger attack. And—j-just come!”

Anticipation constricted at her stomach, mingling with the slight, tingling sensation of fear. Though her countenance remained firm and stoic, calm and poised for whatever news would befall her ears, her gut swirled uncomfortably within, and paws itched to dash out from the confines of her den and charge into whatever danger surged ahead. Badgers? She'd tear the pelt from its skin before it even took one pawstep too close to Camp! Gulping in a deep breath, she stepped out from the shelter of ferns, spotted pools of sunlight basking her in their watery yellow glow. Birds twittered above the overhang of branches, dark shapes flitting to and fro, and she vaguely wondered how such a lovely day could've gone so terribly, terribly wrong.

"Thank you, Pearpaw," she murmured, brushing past the small apprentice and her tail tip resting gently upon his flank. Blueberry knew how cruel Stoatclaw could be, and his intense dislike of Peachpaw was no secret. She paused, cerulean orbs scathing over the young tom, and up to the battle hardened warrior that hunched on the side. Her eyes narrowed to frosty blue slits against her countenance of stone gray; "perhaps your father might learn something from his eight moon old son."

The words hung heavy in the air, though she left him no time to digest. Instead she briskly strode past, grace and poise in every careful step. She halted at where Mothfang stood between the two apprentices, Dapplepaw tending to Tinypaw at the poor she-cat's side. One look over was enough to reassure Blueberry that these two hadn't suffered any serious injuries. Perhaps a few cuts and scrapes, but nothing that time and a small binding of cobwebs couldn't heal.

As the cats milled to and fro, Hazelclaw calling a patrol and conversation buzzing about like an active hive of bees, Blueberry forced herself to hyper focus on the two young charges that lay crumpled before her. Not now. The words stung ice cold in the crevices of her mind. What happened is of no concern to you. There will be time for the news later. Swallowing her anger at the creature wreaking such havoc, Blueberry settled down and began to groom the fur of Ravenpaw, her rasping pink tongue soon stroking over Tinypaw, and then back again. "Shh. Don't worry, young ones. All is well. Just rest."

Her orbs fluttered up to Dapplepaw and Mothfang, a tinge of gratefulness highlighting her gaze. "They're fine. It's just a state of shock. Nothing a few poppy seeds can't fix." Where was Peachpaw with those poppy seeds anyway? A sigh tore past her lips, and a sudden wave of exhaustion settled heavy upon her bones. This wasn't at all she'd expected upon waking up this morning.

crescendo [with mothfang, pearpaw and stoatclaw]; @hawkpaw [with peachpaw]; Hara [with dapplepaw]

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` r i v e r

Warrior

aint no sunshine when she's gone

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the neverending battle (all thunderclan) Jul 26, 2016 2:41:33 GMT

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Post by ` r i v e r on Jul 26, 2016 2:41:33 GMT

The first sign of distress was the two apprentices streaking through the oaks surrounding ThunderClan camp. They reeked of fear, a thick heavy smell, and were moving at a blistering speed. Hailpaw, having been practicing battle crouches just a few fox lengths from camp, was immediately curious of their pace. Puh- if they put that same quickness into training maybe they would actually be getting somewhere…

Just moments after disappearing into the tunnel, Tinypaw’s voice rang through the air, an ominous reverberation that seemed to momentarily halt the regular forest chattering. Falconstar was dead. A leader, entrusted with the responsibility of governing a clan - given nine lives just to do so - was dead. The moment felt surreal and Hailpaw took a second to allow it to sink in. Wails sounded throughout camp, audible where he stood. The voices of his clan mates rose to the skies, loud and clamorous. He almost wanted to shush them, to prevent the whole forest from hearing their sorrows. A clan without a leader was weak - scattered. In a time of such clan turmoil, they couldn’t afford the weakness, couldn’t allow their enemies to see them in such a state.

But Falconstar was gone, his reign over, and thus another would be allowed take his place. Hailpaw felt this reality clinically. Perhaps the deceased leader should have used his opportunity more wisely - cherished the lives and power given to him with a greater tenacity. He would, had he been in Falconstar’s place. A badger certainly wouldn’t have bested him. He had been an unremarkable leader, in Hailpaw’s opinion, and his death meant more to him politically than anything else. The familiar warmth of ambition blossomed in his chest and this is what finally motivated him to enter the grieving camp.

His eyes scanned the crowd, noting his fellow apprentices, Tinypaw, Ravenpaw, Pearpaw, and Dapplepaw, looking horribly overwhelmed and crouched together in a cluster. Blueberry fussed around them. He gave the group a withering glance - what help would that be? But then again, if Tinypaw and Ravenpaw couldn’t even do their part in protecting their leader, maybe they should just stay out of the way. Looking cold and collected, Hailpaw picked his way closer to the centre, searching for Inkstrike to give him instruction.

A patrol was being organized by Hazelclaw, no doubt to find and hunt down the badger that ended their monarch’s life. A perfect opportunity to prove himself, he thought with a flicker of excitement. Taking down the same badger that snuffed out Falconstar - now that would be a story. As she listed the names, he progressively became more impatient. Jackalfang? That cloud-hearted airhead? He scoffed, loud enough for any around him to hear. As his name wasn’t called, the grey apprentice pawed at the ground in frustration. He could fight circles around half of those warriors, he was sure. And why on earth wouldn’t the strongest warriors be chosen; Stoatclaw and his father were twice the warriors the cats selected were!

Glaring at the deputy with barely concealed exasperation, Hailpaw noted her last words: guard the camp. The badger could come back - there was still a chance. Retreating begrudgingly, he worked his way over to the apprentices, situating himself to defend them if necessary. If the beast did breach the camp, he was pretty sure they would be the first to die.

NOTES: ps the views and opinions of hailpaw do not reflect the ones of his role-player l o l @everyone

Last Edit: Jul 26, 2016 2:42:18 GMT by ` r i v e r

Hara

Apprentice

The Leopard Queen

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the neverending battle (all thunderclan) Jul 26, 2016 15:10:03 GMT

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Post by Hara on Jul 26, 2016 15:10:03 GMT

As Blizzardclaw approached, Dapplepaw looked up at him with wide eyes, unsure what he would say. She relaxed a little bit, however, as he spoke words of reassurance, her fluffed-up pelt smoothing as she took a deep breath. She nodded to the warrior, but continued to groom Tinypaw, shooting glances over at Ravenpaw while she did so. There was no way she could fight a badger; though her training was going well and she was practicing more than ever, she was still not as skilled, nor as large, as the warriors that were being selected by the deputy.

When Blueberry appeared, Dapplepaw relaxed further; the medicine cat, she was sure, could help the frightened apprentices more than the russet she-cat could, and the young cat backed away respectfully, leaving room for Blueberry to do her work. She nodded gratefully to the medicine cat as she reassured both Mothfang and herself that the apprentices would be fine, taking a deep breath to calm herself.

And then Dapplepaw saw Hailpaw stalk by, looking as determined and powerful as ever, and the russet apprentice slipped away to join him. The grey tom seemed ready to defend the camp, and Dapplepaw would help him if it came to such a thing; if the warrior patrol couldn't stop the badger, if it had taken so many of Falconstar's lives, then it would be likely that the clan would need all capable paws to help.

Not trusting herself to speak, the she-cat settled by the grey tom, casting glances back at tinypaw and ravenpaw occasionally to mak sure they were doing okay.

Notes: @thunderclan, alee w/ blueberry and ravenpaw, @skyy w/ tinypaw, Shiny with blizzardclaw, and ` r i v e r with hailpaw

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wιтcн ⛥

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the neverending battle (all thunderclan) Jul 27, 2016 5:19:21 GMT

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Post by wιтcн ⛥ on Jul 27, 2016 5:19:21 GMT

the day had started out as usual -- she was among the first to wake up, stepping into the pale light of morning and preparing herself for the day with a stretch and quick wash of her pelt. she left for a walk in the territory, bringing back a squirrel she'd buried from the previous day and placing it on the fresh-kill pile. the remainder of her day consisted of patrols - both border and hunting - and a bit of competitive hunting with her elder sister, cloveclaw.

the two she-cats had just stepped into camp, placing their catches (sorrelfeather had won) onto the fresh-kill pile, when tinypaw and ravenpaw came barreling into camp, news of falconstar's death pouring from their mouths. cloveclaw was instantly in the thick of the situation, yet her younger sister backed away from the gathering crowd -- this wasn't her scene. she was worried about falconstar, sure, but the news brought unwanted chaos that she shied away from. so much noise... she whimpered as her clanmates questions grew louder, shrank away from them as their voices overlapped one another in their desperate attempt to find out if what these two apprentices said rang true.

and then hazelclaw's voice silenced the crowd for the briefest of moments, taking control of the situation rather than panicking like the rest. as she called for a battle patrol against the badgers, she couldn't help but feel relieved that her name was not called. she didn't really have the heart to face a badger at the moment and felt as though she wouldn't be of much use to her clanmates in her shaken state.

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shanny

Warrior

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the neverending battle (all thunderclan) Aug 9, 2016 9:54:03 GMT

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Post by shanny on Aug 9, 2016 9:54:03 GMT

Lightpaw was usually a talkative cat, but for once in her life, she was speechless.

Her stomach lurched the moment she smelled Tinypaw and Ravenpaw's fear before they even spoke. It was the strongest fearscent she had ever smelled in her life, and she immediately leaped over into the concerned circle of cats that surrounded her two fellow apprentices. No... Their words could not be true! Falconstar couldn't be dead-- she couldn't recall him losing a single life since he became leader. He would have had to lost all of them at once. The thought was unthinkable. Her mind reeled. How strong were those adders, that badger? Was StarClan sending them a message? She supposed that was a question only Blueberry or Peachpaw could answer, and she looked around frantically for the latter. Where was her friend?

She remained still as cats had their outbursts-- Birchfrost in disbelief, Lightningstone in mourning. Hazelclaw remained calm and organized a patrol, and Lightpaw winced as she heard her father's name. Her father was a strong warrior, but if a badger and some adders could take all of Falconstar's lives, there was really no saying what could happen to the patrol. She bounded up to her father and touched noses with him, giving him a stern look that mirrored Snowheart so perfectly. "You better come back safely! Or mother's going to be super mad and shred your pelt worse than any old badger." Lightpaw said, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere, but there was no amused purr to be had in her throat.

The white pelted apprentice figured she should join those of her rank-- Dapplepaw was licking Tinypaw's fur, and Ravenpaw probably needed tended to-- but she padded next to Lightningstone first. He was a senior warrior, and was to be respected. "They'll... They'll bring back Falconstar. You'll see." She said to the tom even though she couldn't understand all the feelings that had to be surging through him. "I'm going to go check on Tinypaw and Ravenpaw." Lightpaw figured it was best to let him know-- with Hazelclaw now in charge and leading the patrol, the senior warriors were in charge of camp. She would welcome any orders given to her, but for now she wanted to check on her denmates.

Her yellow eyes followed Dapplepaw as she went to go stand by Hailpaw. It seemed like Blueberry and Peachpaw had the situation handled, but that didn't stop Lightpaw from hovering. "Blueberry, do you and Peachpaw need any help? There might be a need for... Lotsa cobwebs..." Her voice was timid and faded, which was quite unlike her. If the raid party on the badger went south, or if the badger came to came... There would be more than just the blood of the ThunderClan leader spilled today.

Can a leader lose all of their lives at once?

The question rested on her tongue, now silent.

tags: @dingo - lightningstone, Shiny - blizzardclaw, alee - blueberry, mention of ravenpaw, @hawkpaw - mention of peachpaw, skyy and her socks - mention of tinypaw

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Dust

Apprentice

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the neverending battle (all thunderclan) Aug 10, 2016 6:02:20 GMT

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Post by Dust on Aug 10, 2016 6:02:20 GMT

Dustkit of Thunderclan

Dustkit had been playing on her own, tumbling around with a beetle near the nursery when Tinypaw had stumbled in with those four words that sent everyone into action. The kit had immediately rolled to her feet, amber eyes wide with a kind of child-like wonder. Never in her short life had she heard of anything like that happening.

As cats began to clamor, argue, and organize for battle, Dustkit spoke loudly to no one in particular, Her tone was curious, naive. She was young, she'd never yet experienced death in such a manner. To anyone who didn't know young ones, she might sound outright disrespectful as she shouted over the older cats, but in reality, she was simply too fresh into the world to understand the horror that the clan was facing.

"What's happening? Falconstar is dead?" He'll come back, right? He's our leader! He's a star!" It had been drilled into the kit's mind that only leaders received nine lives and came back from the dead. A short lived ploy that her parents had tried to keep her out of danger. Telling her that she wouldn't be able to come back if something happened to her. It hadn't worked, but she had held close the fact that leaders did get to come back, many times, to serve their clan. It had struck her with awe.

The kit's heart thumped excitedly when she heard Hazelclaw snapping out orders, organizing a patrol to get the animal and bring Falconstar home. She'd never seen a badger before. Or a dead cat. Curiousity ruled over common sense, and the kit truly did want to help everyone out. Dustkit bounded over to the Highrock, tail held high, and mewed up to the deputy.

"Can I come, Hazelclaw? I can help!"

( I don't know why everything is highlighted green help me help D:)

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Made by Riley at THQ!

Last Edit: Aug 10, 2016 6:03:58 GMT by Dust