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Post by p e c h a ; on Jun 16, 2014 20:17:10 GMT
dusk was falling on yet another day in shadowclan. oh, how the days were starting to blend together. blah. there had been no interesting clan affairs, and frankly hawkcry hoped that the next gathering would be interesting and that something would stir up the clans. at least then, we wouldn't be paranoid of what might happen. 'oh, it's been peaceful for too long! what are they planning?' hawkcry has heard it all before, and it is almost as if the clan sleeps better when they know war is on the brink, instead of wondering who will mess it all up in the end and cause it.
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Post by Tempest on Jun 24, 2014 3:48:06 GMT
Staticstar gazed out his den as he saw the crimson sky fade slowly to a midnight blue. He saw the shapes of cats slowly retreat to their dens; all except for one. Curious, he got up and padded out of his den. His ginger fur was brushed nice, and his turquoise eyes glowed magnificently in the slowly growing darkness. He approached the warrior, who was Hawkcry and stopped behind him. "Hawkcry, why do you stand alone tonight?" questioned the tom.
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