Re: ThunderClan Clearing
Ravenwind entered the clearing, blue eyes scanning for a familiar face. No one and everyone. Why can't you make friends? Or at least act like one towards someone? Oh, right cause I'm a mouse-brain. She thought. The jet black she-cat sat down in the shadows, hoping maybe someone would talk to her or that she'd be sent on a patrol. The 15 moon old cat laid her head on her paws, slightly closing her eyes.
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