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Blazesong
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Blazesong shook out her gray-and-white Dappled fur, completely oblivious to the fact there was nothing in it. She'd busied herself by catching an EXTRA big beetle (Her undying love to beetles being satisfyingly confessed to her apprentice earlier), and it had climbed right atop and BIT her! The poor feline never understood why all these silly creatures bit her, even though she would catch a shiny beetle and dangle it by the mandibles as its feeble efforts to clamp them on her claws usually failed. She never grew tired of them. Hearing the sound of a story call, Blazesong slipped from her beetle corner and gladly approached the tunneler tom, enlightened by the fact she'd hear a story. Hopefully it would have a beetle. Or someone named beetle. Now her obsession with beetles has been clearly revealed through her thoughts, and her lavender-blue eyes slowly dragging back to the beetle corner. Focus, she told herself, focus. It was hard when there was a beetle RIGHT THERE, a REALLY SHINY beetle, but in some act of a miracle she managed.

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| Snowybreeze |
Heightened Perception [Smell] - Active | Rapid Recovery - Inactive | The Collector - Inactive

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Quiet and peaceful as he was, Snowybreeze's ears perked up at the older tom's voice as story time was brought up upon the clan. It was a history lesson, and the white furred warrior was long past the time when he had needed his own to become a warrior. Come to think of it... kit lessons were not needed when he was a kit. Stars above... he felt old. A silly notion for the young tom, he knew, but it didn't deter the feeling for long.

Despite having been born and raised in WindClan - as far as he knew - the overgrown ball of fur realized that he... knew precious little about the clan in its entirety. He remembered the fire, of course. The band of rogues led by that despicable William. But outside of this, his knowledge was limited. His interactions were remarkably similar in nature, leaving him a bit apart from the rest of WindClan. A distance he accepted, knowing full well his presence was not relished by most. Understandably so, too. But if Crowtooth was here... inviting all cats big and small for a bit of learning... well, it would be rude not to join in, wouldn't it?

Massive paws guiding him to the edges of the crowd, his gaze rounded slightly at the sight of his former mentor and - stubbornly in his mind - mother figure, Deadmoon. Cinnamon ear giving a light, nervous twitch, the gentle giant made his way to her, keeping a polite distance even as he approached. Dipping his head in his usual greeting, Snowybreeze tilted his head in query. A small, unspoken question there. If he could be given the privilege, perhaps, of learning some of his beloved clan's history next to an equally esteemed cat.

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Frostpaw
Windclan apprentice
Purrk: Agatha Kitty(inactive)

Lifitng her head to attention at Crowtooth's call, Frostpaw's eyes shined curiously at the prospect of a story. She liked stories though she didn't get many chances to listen unfortunately since she was either too busy or just wasn't hanging around the right place at the right time but today she could she certainly wouldn't miss it!

Trotting over swiftly, Frost found a space near the center of the group that was gathering and plopped herself down, curling her fluffy tail neatly around her grey paws as she watched the tunnler with polite interest, a subtle smile on her face as she waited for the story to start.

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