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  • OOC: Sorry about the raccoontail post. I was thinking about another thread...


    Goldpaw is shocked, but she nods her head and leaves, padding to the apprentice den.


    SorrowSoul looks at TigerClaw. "I will help you after the vigil" She offers, then leaves without a word. She can feel a few weird looks as she speaks, for no one had ever really heard her speak before.


    Deathpaw nuzzles Foxtails shoulder. "Yes... Come, let's leave Tigerclaw" he meows quietly and begins to leave.

  • 'Perhaps we should do something, collect herbs or go hunt,' foxtail says to Deathpaw, glancing around the camp. 'I can't stand all the sorrow in the air.'

  • 'That sounds like a good idea.' Foxtail looked around the clearing, checking for Deathpaw's mentor. 'You don't think Falcontuft would mind if you went on patrol with me alone, do you? I can't see him anywhere to invite him along and I don't want to step on anyone's toes.'

  • AngelPaw licked her paw and looked around at the clan cats, she still itched a bit from the poison ivy, but she was alright.


    WolfStripe lay on the moss of the border of the territory, he was unsure about entering it

  • Foxtail smiled, nudging her young apprentice. 'Why of course you can. You don't mind, do you Deathpaw?' She mewed, batting the other apprentice playfully.

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    Ryefrost sighs, and stared at her paws. She was sad that they lost a Clanmate, and she was stressed. She sniffed the air hoping to smell the fresh scent of a patrol returning. She sits up and letsxfresh scents bathe her tounge.


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