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Post by .:Drenchy:. on Jan 7, 2008 21:09:33 GMT -5
She tilted her head to the side, averting her gaze from Mothstar's. "I... I'm afraid I'm not joking," Windmist said, still unable to move her body. "Should we go into your den, Mothstar?" she asked, looking around the camp. What's going on with StarClan? Why are they asking us to do this? She held back tears at the thought of having to... kill a warrior.
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Post by K a r m a on Jan 10, 2008 23:29:14 GMT -5
Mothstar nodded firmly, looking around to make sure that no other cat had heard Windmist's ominous words. It wouldn't be helpful at all to send the Clan into a state of panic. When she turned her ginger head, Mothstar realized that it was Faithpaw pressing up behind her, her eyes wide with fear. "Come," She mewed curtly, pushing herself up to her paws and leading the way back to her den. She moved almost robotically, for Windmist's words still echoed in her mind.
Faithpaw shuddered as Mothstar pulled away. She looked down at her mentor and whispered, "Are you okay?" Her eyes were still wide with shock, first from that horrible dream, and second from seeing the SpringClan medicine cat in such a state. The slender silver apprentice was at Windmist's side in an instant and helped her up, supporting the larger cat's body with her own. Faithpaw might be small, but she was still strong, and she was easily able to hold her mentor's weight.
Hazelpaw stood there by himself for a moment, staring after his friend. Then he shook his head and walked away. Sometimes he didn't think he would ever get she-cats. Their minds worked in such complicated ways.
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Post by .:Drenchy:. on Jan 12, 2008 19:53:59 GMT -5
Windmist attempted to nod, her head twitching as it did. She shook nervously. "Thank you," she whispered to her apprentice. She motioned toward Mothstar, following her. Windmist's legs shook as she walked, glad Faithpaw was supporting her. Her tail was low, still unsure. Why, StarClan?! Why?
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