ShroudedClan, where the mists hold us. «Roleplay Thread.»

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    He nodded. {rushed}

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=red; borderwidth=5px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; ]Blackrose dipped her head to Rowanshiver as he passed, before turning and padding towards the medicine cat's den. Stepping inside, she looked around for Iceveil.[/fancypost]

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    The fluffy white and brown she-cat looked up to Blackrose, dipping her head slightly to the warrior. "Here you go, and tell everyone else on the patrol to be safe, if you can." She said lightly, handing over a packet.


    Rowanshiver entered Echostar's den and told her that they were prepared to leave. Soon after he left, he felt warmth enter his pelt from the sun as it pushed away the clouds, shining smack dab in the entire camp. I take it as an omen, that our ancestors are watching us.

    Shroudednight smiled at the sun and turned to walk away. He felt good about this. Like he knew they was going to win. Though he knew better than to let his guard down.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=red; borderwidth=5px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; ]Blackrose sighed as Rowanshiver completely ignored her. Why do I always fall for toms who don't give a mouse tail about me? she wondered as she watched her crush disappear into the leader's den.