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Originally Posted by Role
Plumkit had made her way out of the Nursery, yawning. She had refused to go to back to ShadowClan, as she was accustomed to RiverClan life now. Her family was ShadowClan, and yet, Plumkit stayed. It was a hard choice, but she had grown to love fish and swimming. As Plumkit groomed her pelt, she remained unaware of her impending doom flying at her. That is, until the sharp picks of claws dug into her. Squealing, Plumkit thrashed and clawed at the much bigger tom. "Help me!"
(Shouldnt we mention the leader? Idk it seems like someone is missing.) |
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Originally Posted by Okapi
His eye twitched,” Or I can put up with you for a moon or two and then lie to Fallenstream and tell him that you are making me do unethical things and that Fallenstream is the only cat who is capable of training me.” He meowed Fallenstream must have appointed me to Lightstream as my temporary mentor simply so he can adjust to being clan leader. He needs a moon or two to figure out how it works being leader, don’t get over-worked.
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The tom had turned and was making his way back to the den, trusting his warriors to escort the former Riverclan member off the territory, sadly the squeal of a kit made him turn on his heels. As soon as he did, the whole scene unfolded before him, he wasn't fast enough to stop Lobsterbreath from injuring the kit, he was hoping that he was fast enough to stop the tom from killing her though. Fallenstream let out a snarl and lunged, his claws unseathed, fangs barred, he wasn't holding back. He barreled into the smaller tom and bit his front left leg, digging his fangs as deeply as he could into the flesh. He yanked away and stood in front of the kit, his lapis hues now frosty blue with threat and anger, his fangs tinted red, and his irises now just slits, he was angry, he was beyond angry. " I'm giving you two seconds to turn tail and run like the coward you are. Attacking a kit because you know that you could never take down a warrior in your pitiful state. leave." he snapped, his words dripping with hatred, his eyes never wavered as he stared the brown tom down, keeping himself ready incase Lobsterbreath decided to try his luck.