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Humor brightens her scarred complexion as the paw' bounded forward falling right into her goading. Still the darker feline managed to knick the side of her thigh and her nose curdled with disdain as two fresh lines bled through her pale pelt. Rounding on him she aimed to slap the smaller tom...

Surprise lit up the tabbies mug as she peered over to the interrupting stranger. Her lip curling with disdain as the runt joined their private event, and for a moment, she contemplated switching her bloodlust to the goading little bug. Ears pinned back and tail lashing wildly with consideration...

In the darkness of the reed bed sat the hulking molly, glowering at the pale she-cat sticking out like a sore pad. She had been hunting a mediocre rodent skittering across the chilled grasses until the Riverclanner had come bounding forward to snap up a flower. Interrupting the process and...

River run red you say? The wandering moggy hadn't ever thought to dip her pads in the deep end of the clans. Thick paws appeared out from the gloom of the shadows. Unveiling the bright tapestry of cinnamon and sprinkles of white patches. Her head swayed to a non-existent rhythm as she addressed...

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Sally sold seashells down by the 'seashore'. She wasn't sure how many seashells she sold down by the seashore. So sally said "Sucks that I'm all sold out of seashells at the 'seashore'." Sally decided she would go home for the day and later return to the seashore to sell her seashells...

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Lilycrest was a punctual and uptight feline with little to no adoration for his fellow cat. Yet, his heart wasn't made of ice either. Making him a rather flat individual when peering beneath the surface. Except, said warrior had been oddly absent. Starting with patrols, then trainings, and alas...

Having followed after the leader alongside his own apprentice. The hefty cat had called upon his underling after hearing the arrival of other clans - stunned couldn't even summarize it. Something the ragdoll hadn't expected was a mountain of sickly, battered, and starved cats to come waltzing...

Damnit. Today had drug on for what felt like hundreds of moons. The earlier sun had been bright and vibrant hours ago. Yet, both he and his apprentice were stuffed away by the training sycamore, til the sky displayed the bloody red streaks of sunset. A snarl threatened to bubble in his chest as...

Having offered to help during the meeting, the tom was even more prevalent in patrols. It hadn't changed much in his routine, but nowadays it seemed he was hitting every single one. Dawn or dusk, he rose to the demand, ignoring the screaming of his joints and scarred pads. Bound by promises and...

Having arrived after Skunktail, the warrior was dismayed not to spot the familiar tuft of his friend. His visible frown etched itself on the ragdoll's mauve muzzle as he settled before Chilledstar. Focusing in on the meeting it seemed he would only be further displeased. This wasn't the leader...

Lilycrest had been beckoned forth by the invitation and filtered in shortly after Chilledstar. His hulking form wedging near Scalejaw and Wolfears with an empty smile. The ragdoll held a burning disdain for both she-cats but they'd play nice for the sake of a good hunt. Especially, with the...

The hulking form of the ragdoll wasn't far behind. On his way toward camp's entrance they had taken notice of the familiar scent of Nightswarm. Eager to finally catch a moment and ask the other a question, Lilycrest followed the trail. Despite having lost a few pounds from the strenuous...