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Post by sunniful no one on Apr 7, 2009 20:43:25 GMT -8
Forsythiastar glanced over head. drat! she immediately snapped into action. Now that her clan was growing and prospering it was time to stop pretending. Leaping up on a rock she unfurled her tongue in an unlady-like yawn and murred loud enough to be heard from the corners of camp.
In the utmost honor of the full moon tonight, us clan cats gather at our island to tell of our fortunes, or lack thereof. Tonight those who shall join us will be the following. Myself, Darkfire, Wrenflight, Brokenclaw, Icepaw, Snowpaw, and Smokepaw. her jaw clamped shut has she eyed the camp.
Leaving behind the honorable warriors and apprentices to guard our beloved camp. If any of the listed wishes to decline the invitation another clanmate shall fill their spot. Speak now!
She waited only for the briefest of seconds and then snapped into motion. Those coming prepare to leave. I leave in utmost seconds, those who are not ready when I am shall be left behind. Stealthclan is a clan of punctuality. I shall be at the entrance. finished with everything else to say, and she hoped she made herself clear. The youthful looking she-cat arched down from the rock and strolled leisurely toward the entrance, her stomach already full of prey. Her claws scratched to show her anticipation to leave. |
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