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Originally Posted by tomatosoup
@ FrostCat
Juniperclaw considered the great clawmarks in the weeping tree. Here was a history of a Clan that he was now a part of. Theoretically he should feel some connection to these cats, long gone.
He didn't really feel... anything. He probably never would. It's not like he ever knew them.
He snorted, frustrated, and laid in a patch of sunlight. |
Larkstorm padded around the weeping tree, taking in it's marks. The tree was so beautiful, so historical, that it went beyond her. In truth, just looking at the claw marks made her feel closer to the old ThunderClan cats.
She paused when she saw another cat laying in the sun. Juniperclaw. He had only recently joined ThunderClan, and had been pretty quiet. She approached him, smiling. "Hey, Juniperclaw. Mind if I sit here?"