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Post by Jade on May 9, 2013 22:49:31 GMT -5
| Hatchwhisker | Windclan - Warrior - Tom - 12moons | The young warrior ran into the camp after leaving Ghostwalker. Boldly leaping up onto the burnt log, he called for the clan to gather...not bothering to talk to his leader first. He looked out over the camp as the wind picked up he scented a storm on the horizon. Things were changing and fast. 'He was right!' Hatchwhisker thought to himself as his fur was buffeted. "It's important!" His blue eyes pleading, hoping they would listen.
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Post by Snakey on May 12, 2013 14:05:10 GMT -5
Ghostwalker padded back toward the camp, scenting the rain on the wind. He dropped his catch for a moment to catch his breath. He leaned down to smell the mouse. It still scented faintly of Shadowclan. He picked ip up and dragged it over the ground a few times and then picked up his rabbit as well. Padding into camp he saw Hatchwhisker on the Burnt Log and sighed, dropping his catch in the fresh-kill pile. He padded over to where Ravenscar had led Blackmoon out into the clearing. The two brothers sat side by side, twins besides their coats. Ghostwalker took a seat next to his former apprentice, looking up at the brown tabby on the log.
"Do you know what Hatchwhisker is going on about?" Ravenscar asked Ghostwalker, twitching his ears. The white tom shook his head and settled his tail around his paws, looking up at the sky. Darkening clouds were coming over the horizon, smelling heavily of rain. "Silverstar won't be happy with him, even if they are kin." Ghostwalker shook his head, looking around for their leader and her mate. Where were Silverstar and Tallstripe? They should have heard Hatchwhisker first. Where were his clan leaders? Thrushflare was no where in sight either. The white tom sighed and swiped his tongue over his black speckled muzzle.
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Post by Jade on Jul 8, 2013 16:02:35 GMT -5
| Hatchwhisker | Windclan - Warrior - Tom - 12moons | "There is darkness looming over the forest!" He hurriedly mewed. "If we don't confront it now, we won't ever live in peace!" His tail lashed as his panting breath slowed. He hoped they would understand. His urgency evident in his nervous paw movements as a slight sprinkle began to fall. He would probably have to lie a little he figured. "How would I know why! They just said that the clans could live in harmony, but there are problems that need to be dealt with first."
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| Tallstripe | Windclan - Warrior - Tom - 36moons | Tallstripe padded into camp, his maw full of fresh caught prey. After setting it down on the fresh-kill pile he padded over to the gathering clan, he sat on the other side of Ghostwalker, his ears pinned and tail lashing, like the angry doting father he was. "We've lived peacefully on these moors for generations! Why would Starclan decide to let something like that happen now?" He questioned sharply.
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| Silverstar | Windclan - Leader - She-cat - 69moons | She padded into camp shortly after Tallstripe. They often would hunt together but leave and arrive separately, trying not to arise suspicion that they once were more than good friends. Her hunt hadn't went as well as most, she would more than likely pass it off as a border patrol. She silently stayed in back, and watched. She wanted to know what was going on but didn't want to have an uproar started in camp. She wrapped her tail around her paws and allowed for herself to keep calm, her age or lives not evident.
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