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She-cat|90 moons old|ShadowClan Elder
"my remaining sparks remain in my heart, not my legs. a flame of mine has made me push on"
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should she be out the nursery o r the elders den? no. but she doesn't not care, she's board and wants to watch some fighting! she drags herself out and settles a little ways away but close enough to listen to the apprentice speak n such "well i'll be, I knew I wasn't smellin outsider scent for nothin...ugh..dawnstar needs ta stop lettin in these weirdos" she grumbled halfly to herself, her eyes scanned the group of cats, she had great respect for rookfire, the enforcer, best choice this clan has ever made...if only her back legs w o r k e d, then she would be showing these very apprentice how real battles worked. she kept on looking and making snarky remarks on cats that made her wish shadowclan was more cold as they were meant to be....at least their leader wasn't soft and kind like most of the leaders back in the day. oh she would love telling stories of the fierce leaders of the past, the one and only shadowclan leader to rage war with those Kittypet soft clans. if only her legs worked...she would be up and about and the oldest warrior here. ｡.｡:+*