Midsummer's morning | Private, Dawnpaw

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    [justify]It seemed as if things had returned back to normal. How peculiar was it that, her first day as a warrior, WindClan's deputy had gone missing for a hot moment? She tried not to think of it not as a warning from StarClan, but how much of an odd coincidence was it. Twolegs reacted and did so with no StarClan, so she tried to think it wasn't anything of an omen or warning, but Molebelly's pride was far too high to think that something wasn't about her. It was perhaps a sinful trait as it was a sleight of hand.


    But it seemed that the events of yesterday were beginning to die down, and Molebelly was hard at work. With the now alarming idea that Twolegs were a threat, the silver-brown tabby would be found working on a patch of gorse and heather, trying to weave the foliage together securely enough to stand as the camp wall. Nothing hurt in reinforcing their camp, espesically with the thought of BloodClan, too, trying to break down their walls.

    It was the shooting stars that had struck fear into the heart of the apprentice. Two-legs had been a menace for many moons; she had run into trouble with a pair not a moon before. Unfortunate it was that the deputy had been captured - though she had no doubt the tom would find his way out of the situation he'd stumbled into. He was a deputy, after all, with StarClan at his side.


    Eyes shifting as she observed the camp she noted the unfamiliar form of a warrior. Intrigued, the she-cat began to pad toward her, mewing a simple "hello."