I'm, uh writing a book I dunno what to call it yet...But I need some help

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    Maybe~ we'll see how it plays out and we don't need every single HP either
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    Im also gonna make another cat- Tigersong of ThunderClan-High positions are important though- so anyways I'm gonna Rp


    Wishingstar padded out if camp. Her footfalls were silent and get ears were perked. The moonlight glistened on her pelt, turning it to silver. She stepped softly on pine needles and leaves, listening to the orchestra of the crickets. She padded to the border and sat down, gazing into ThunderClan territory.

    Divinestar saw a RiverClan cat sitting near their birder and bristled. Can't they keep to their own territory? Nonetheless, she wasn't on ThunderClan territory so he ignored her for the time being.

    Wishingstar saw a Tom on ThunderClan side, Divinestar, She thought. She stood straight up, like a post, guarding the border. Wishingstars eyes blazed with pride, ShadowClan was the best Clan! She smiled, remembering her kin. She was the daughter of Moleheart and Swanfeather. Swanfeathers mother was Darkflower, her father, Brokenstar. She had vowed to never be like Brokenstar. She looked up into the sky. ShadowClan was thriving, but one thing upset Wishingstar. Wishingstars sister, Diamondpool had died last moon from a monster. She sighed, looking at Silverpelt.

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    Divinestar kept to his side of the border, by the Thunderpath that bordered ShadowClan and ThunderClan. He would never forgive Brokenstar for his evil deeds and saw Wishingstar the same way he viewed everyone else in ShadowClan plus Brokenstar. He spotted a mouse and flashed out a paw, hooking it onto his claws and killing it.
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    Wishingstar sat calmly, her eyes narrowed at Divinestar. Wishingstar ignored the Tom and padded deeper into her territory. She looked up at the WindClan border. A rabbit raced down the Moor and into her territory. She snuck up on it and pounced, killing it swiftly. She dug a hole and buried it. Her Clan was the most powerful! She smirked, the best feeling was the feeling of pride.

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    Divinestar paid no attention to Wishingstar, only knowing that her heart was coldened by the north winds that travel through ShadowClan. She must be an arrogant, selfish she-cat, only knowing that ShadowClan was the greatest and most powerful. That was what made ShadowClan the weakest and least rescpected Clan out of ThunderClan, RiverClan, WindClan, and ShadowClan. Even their name, Shadow, represented their coldness and cunningness. They must be as tricky as foxes and as slimy as snakes.
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    Wishingstar padded into camp. "Hello Miklfern, your kits are so strong and beautiful already!" She purred, giving a loving look to the kits. She smiled and went to the FK pile. She brought two mice and a bike to the Elders, "Eat up!" She purred. She saw selfless; she only cared for her Clan her kin. She knew that ThunderClan was now weak and frail; she felt sorry for them. She looked at her plump, well-fed, well-groomed Clan. She watched as her Clanmates shared prey and groomed each other. ShadowClan was now great!


    Songheart sat in camp. She lay by her mate, basking in the moonlight. She loved ShadowClan, the cars were kind and gentle. She remembered being ambushed from ThunderClan because of her splayed paw, she shuddered, knowing ThunderClans evil secrets.


    Lightstar sat in camp, grooming his sleek pelt. His eyes flickered to a mouse that was darting in and out if a hole. He smirked and got up, the mouse was popping in and out if the hole by a bush. It would get an easy kill.

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    OOC: What Clan is Lightstar in charge of? I'll be the other Clan that isn't ruled by Divinestar, Lightstar, or Wishingstar
    IC: Divinestar smiled looking proudly at his Clan," Hey Phoenixflame, How are you doing?" he asked his deputy.
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    OCC: You can just take Lightstar- I don't want him, he's leader of WindClan, I think RiverClan is taken


    Wishingstar smiled, she wished her sister were here. She sighed. Then she padded into her den, settling down with a plump shrew. She tools bite, chewing it thoughtfully. She licked get muzzle after she had finished and began to groom her pelt.

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    ooc; Fine
    IC: Lightstar nodded, flicking his tail.
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