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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2014 0:20:15 GMT -8
It was a frosty morning in Breezeclan, snow blancketed the ground and iceicles hung from the walls of the dens. Latrly some trouble had been stirring up on the moor. The moor was usually a more care-free place to be. Always running with the wind at your back, tunneling, or hunting, it was always a place of peice. The snow had got heavier, frost biting everyones flesh and fur and kits crying becsuse they coudn't syay warm. The howling wind peoced the ears of every apprintice and all the warriors were shiving, starving in their nests.
Obviously, Rosestar cousd see her clan was not in the best shape. Bloodclan is behind this, I just know it she thought, wanting to snap it at someone, the unusually cold weather had made her a bit moody and off lately. Rosestar sighed as she looked up. Trouble had just arrived at Breezeclan station, and Rosestar knew it wasn't going back...
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Post by Moonstar and others on Aug 8, 2014 8:17:49 GMT -8
Spiritbreeze pads into the den "Rosestar do you want me to start hunting for the clan?'
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