Bleak clambered out of the pile and dug her claws into the earth. "I'm not going anywhere." She protested.
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"Are they ok?" He mewed, looking down at the WindClan cats.
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Moe blinked. "Well, we will leave." She hissed quietly, backing up. "Sorry for disturbing your Clan..." Her pawsteps were long and heavy, considering the weight of her kits.
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Nighthawk winced when he saw his former mentor cringe. "Fogpelt!" He yowled. "Are you ok?"
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Bleak shouldered up to Indigo and rasped her tounge over her cuts.
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Nighthawk looked at Jaguarpelt. "Are Echokit and Silverkit ok?" He asked, craning his head to the nursery.
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"Ok." He chuckled, dissapearing into the warrior den.
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"Ok." Frostbite mewed, her voice a whisper.
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Moe turned around and shrugged. "I will stay." She mewed. "But only until my kits are old enough to be left by themselves. Then I will leave." She blinked, looking down at Ashkit.
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Moe rolled her eyes then looked at Echo. "I would never leave you." She mewed hoarsely. "Nevermind." She said to Whitepaw, padding up beside Echo. "My kits need to be raised with me."
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"We need to get the medicine cat!" He hissed.
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Moe blinked in gratitude. "Thanks." She meowed.
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"No...Fogpelt...everything will be ok..." He hoped that was true. He dashed off into RiverClan camp and skidded to a halt at the medicine den. "Fogpelt is hurt by the river at WindClan border!" He yowled.
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Name: Griffonkit
Gender: Tom
Age: 4 moons
Rank: Kit
Personality: Very adventorus, can't wait to become an apprentice. -
"Fogpelt..." He choked.
He grabbed some cobwebs from the den and scampered to the gorge. -
Moe looked at Echo and blinked. "I think tonight is the night." She said quietly, curling up in a bed of moss she made. She looked at the small pile of fresh-kill they had found, consisting of a mouse and a sparrow. "I'll go hunt." She suggested. "You know if I eat just one mouse I'll feel starved. I'm feeding myself and the kits."
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Moe knew Echo was right, but she still rolled her eyes.
"Okaaaaaaaaaaay." She replied. "I feel like a naughty kit." She narrowed her eyes. "But I am a naughty queen." :P -
"Ok."Nighthawk mewed. "Let me apply these cobwebs." He did so and stood back, looking proudly at his work.
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