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  • (oh shizmaniz! Minnowfur just foresaw the wolf attack on FeatherClan!)


    (Also when QC finish their raid on FeC we will timeskip 3 moons)


    Twigfur snorted. "She already took my ticks out earlier. Somecat either has em, or they brought a piece of prey to me that has em, either way we got ticks in camp. I expect you and Inkstar to throw out those maggot filled prey pile and get new prey and check it for blood suckers."

  • And if we did that, how long would we be hungry for? Patchnose didn't dare speak the words out loud, but he could definitely think them. Letting out another soft sigh, he arches his back in a quick stretch before mewing, "I'll go hunt then. Once you're done with that squirrel, why don't ya become useful around here and clean out that pile yourself, yeah?" Though his words were harsh, his tone was light and playful, clearly joking. Without waiting for a response from the elder, he leaped down and headed out into the territory to catch some prey for the pile. If they really were planning on clearing the entire thing out, they'd need more to replace it with.

  • Twigfur hissed after Patchnose and then growled. "I'm an elder not a warrior. And I was once your leader you birdbrain." Slowly, the elder climbed his way between branches until he reached where the prey pile was. He scrunched up his nose seeing an actual maggot crawl out from the bottom of the pile. He shivered and looked around. No cat seamed to be in the area except for Lemontail and Breezepaw. "You two get your tails over here. Help me push these dead maggot pies over into the water. And afterwards check yourself for ticks. We got a tick problem."

  • Rosepaw kept jumping branch to branch till she got to the tree. She then stopped and she how it was rotten but saw a good piece at the trunk. So she carefully walked over the rotten branches until she got to the trunk and started to pull at a piece that was loose. Once she got it free she turned to head back to camp when she heard a loud cracking sound then tried to scream the best that she could as she fell down with the stick still in her mouth because the branch broke because of the amount of weight on it.

  • stormfeather laughed as she watched twigfur from the branches, her tail swinging below her as the elder rambled on to lemontail and breezepaw, deciding to make her presence known the silver tabby climbed down to the marshy ground. with her paws sinking into the dirt stormfeather approached the brown tabby "can I help with anything?" she inquired, her head tilting slightly as she looked into the prey pile.

  • Rosepaw spat out her stick and looked around then cringed as she saw that the branch was kinda on her a bit. She then looked around hoping that someone would fine her soon and help her as well.

  • Inkstar climbed down to the marshy ground, and looked at the places around. He looked back up the tree, which made him feel small. He sighs after a long while and climbs back up the tree to his den. Thinking of who to send on what patrols.

  • Rosepaw was able to get out from under the branch after moving around a bit. She then picked up her stick and started back to camp limping a lot and almost crying because of her paw but she knew that she had to go back or she might get in more trouble then she is in already.

  • (Wolfpelt can return her love if you want he is available :3 )


    "Alright and I smell a squirrel let's see if we can catch them."Wolfpelt purred softly. He was having a good time so far.

  • Leapfrog sighed. What is taking her so long?! When he poked out his head he saw her on the ground. His neck fur rose and he yelled loud enough for the cats in the trees to hear. "ROSEPAW!"

  • stormfeather nodded her head as the elder spoke, flicking her tail she quickly scooped up the maggot filled prey. padding briskly, she ignored the squishing sound her paws made as she exited camp, looking around she headed towards the river. coming to a stop the silver tabby shuddered as she dropped the prey, after taking a few laps of water she picked it back up. following the river she came to another stop, this time near a large, crooked tree. dropping the prey she begin to dig a hole in its root, ignoring what twigfur had instructed to do with them "silly twigfur" she mused.