Re: ThunderClan/WindClan War
Spottedpaw shot out of the apprentice's den, her fur still spiked up on one side, eyes bleary from sleep. She looked around, her hackles rising. "Windclan attacking our camp! The fox-hearts," she muttered, fluffing up her fur and crouching into battle position outside her den. Her sister was in there, and Starclan forbid anybody get in. On second thought, I forbid anybody to get in.
(OPEN, Thunderclan)
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Noelle! Sapphire!
Last edited by nyaanyaaowo; January 16th, 2018 at 11:02 AM.
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