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Post by Spiderweb on May 18, 2012 23:44:10 GMT -5
Spiderweb twitched her whiskers, pale paws carrying her over lumps of dead leaves moldering on the ground. Brown eyes widened in the dark, thin pupils expanding to dark circles. The white cat sat down and lifted a paw, licking it and drawing it over her face. Thunderclan was silent these days it seemed, no...not quiet. It was more of a collective holding of breath, everyone on edge and ready for everything to come crumbling down again.
The Warrior Code itself was shaken to it's bones, it's sacred bones. She no longer believed in such things as Starclan or The Code, but Spiderweb had her values and morals. Just because she didn't worship a bunch of dead cats didn't mean that she was a mindless, blookseeking rouge. Even with the relative silence of the camp, it was unsettling, like happening upon a hive of bees but then noticing a lack of buzzing. It was unsettling.
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Foxstar
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Post by Foxstar on May 19, 2012 0:40:25 GMT -5
Foxstar decided to take a quick stroll before turning in for the night, and to clear her head a little. Everyone was busy with their tasks, and the repairs to the bramble wall were coming along nicely. Things have died down some, now that the war was finally over. A wall broke when two fighting cats tumbled into it. She wasn’t blind that the clan wasn’t a whole on the belief that Starclan was real, but so long as blood wasn’t drawn over it she had to allow them to live out their lives to their own beliefs. Still, Foxstar had faith that someday something will happen to draw their faith back to their ancestors.
Her mellowing was interrupted when she stepped around a bush and spotted Spiderweb cleaning herself as she sat on a pile of dead leaves. It surprised her to see someone else out this late when she thought everyone was going to sleep. “Good evening, Spiderweb,” she meweled to the warrior.
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SkyPelt
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SkyPelt will you survive?
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Post by SkyPelt on May 20, 2012 16:28:25 GMT -5
Skypelt limped into the moonlight. He was starting his nightly track around the terratorys. He was determined to find some hint of where they went. +Oh snowshadow where are you?+ he thought sadly. He started to hop running faster. The forest was speeding by hideing his tears until he slammed into another cat.
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