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Post by Moonshadow | Whitestar on Nov 20, 2006 21:19:19 GMT -5
Whitestar sat alone in his den, his white-furred forepaws crossed and his head tilted thoughtfully. A scrawny, untouched mouse sat before him; subconsciously, or so it seemed, he moved it across the dirt floor with his tail tip, his vague amber stare fixed on the entrance to his den. So many ThunderClan cats were dying these days, and it was partly his fault. He knew perfectly well that he could do nothing about the famine that had touched the land, but he could at least have made more of an effort to save his Clan... With a small sigh, he adjusted his postition. His deputy was currently off with the latest hunting party, and he wouldn't be back anytime soon, so he couldn't talk with him (or her) now. The lastest survival plan he now organized was a large hunting party sent out into unknown territory in search of more and better prey, and this first party had included the ThunderClan deputy. The hunt took at least two days, and that wasn't counting the trek to and from, the latter with any prey they had caught. Yes, his deputy certainly wouldn't be back for a while now... An anguished wail reached his ears. Silently he wondered what had happened now. As he stood and peered out of his den, unsure of what he would find, he prayed to StarClan that it wasn't the death of ThunderClan's only kit. One of the queens had recently given birth...and everyone knew how vulnerable newborn kits were.
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Post by >*< Frozenstep >*< on Dec 10, 2006 23:44:39 GMT -5
Frozenstep entered the leaders den. "Whitestar, it's Paintedpool, she is having her kits!" Frozenstep didn't wait for a reply, and ran off to see Paintedpool. Frozenstep didn't care if Whitestar wanted to come or not, but it would give him something to do.
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Post by Moonshadow | Whitestar on Dec 12, 2006 21:58:30 GMT -5
"Paintedpool's kits are coming?" Whitestar echoed, as if this announcement needed to be repeated for reasons unknown to any cat but himself. "I'll be there in a rabbit hop!" he called in the direction of the nursery. New kits! At last amid the many deaths there was something to celebrate. With a quick stretch, Whitestar leapt to his paws and stepped out of his den. The icy gust of wind that met him told him that leaf-bare had definitely arrived. Wonderful. Just wonderful. As if the Clan could afford any more hardship. With a silent sigh he hurried off to the nursery, his fur fluffed up against the frigid air. He slipped through the brambles that encircled the walls of the nursery, his eyes straining to adjust to the dim surroundings after the bright glare of the frost outside. He couldn't see properly at the moment. Uncertainly he settled himself in a corner, waiting for his eysight to adjust fully before he spoke. He didn't want to end up talking to the wall or something of the sort during his temporary sightlessness...
To Nursery...[/i]
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