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Post by †Crystal*Heart† on Jul 16, 2006 20:43:01 GMT -5
Oakstar flicked his tail dissapointedly. His clan was small, and that wasn't good. He knew the other clan's were just like his, but he felt exposed and weak. He stood up, his hazel eyes flicked over to see the meager fresh-kill pile, and he sighed. This wasn't good, but that was enought to feed his clan, and he knew it, he had no elders right now, and there were no queens.
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Post by night on Jul 18, 2006 17:42:53 GMT -5
Wolfstorm walked into Thunderclan camp, a rabbit dangling from her mouth. She dropped it in the fresh-kill pile and nodded to Oakstar. "Oh good morning Oakstar, I saw the fresh-kill pile was a little low, so I went out and caught a few things to add." She told to her leader, "how are you?"
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Post by †Crystal*Heart† on Jul 21, 2006 15:52:41 GMT -5
((pssst *points to clan* It's not ShadowClan  )) Oakstar nodded to her, smiling. "Thank you, Wolfstorm. You're doing good." Flicking his tail once more, he rested it over his paws. "I'm doing pretty good. What about you?" His head tilted to the side as he asked this question, curiously wondering how his clan was doing. |
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Post by night on Jul 21, 2006 17:41:30 GMT -5
"Great," Wolfstorm replied nodding and sat down on the opposite side of the fresh-kill pile as Oakstar. "I don't know about the rest of the clan," she replied glancing around the quiet camp.
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