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Even with what his warriors had brought back, their losses had been tenfold. The heart of it was hope, desperation β Bluepool and Bluefrost both had heard his words and acted in their own ways. Had they spoken together, planned where they may go? Or had they simply looked at one another and known? Two of Sootstar's kin. Her littermate, her daughter. If their clan had not lost one in the result, Sunstar may have laughed at the thread they shared. Now it may only be a source of grief. The patrol she had led to RiverClan came with nothing; ShadowClan, only a lizard, and scratches alongside. Would the other clans miss their meals so terribly, even in this season, that it is worth the deaths of a warrior? And Bluepool, cat that she was β Slateheart spoke of her teeth poised near another's throat, prepared for a killing blow. Had she thought the same? That their empty bellies might be filled through the flesh and blood of those across the forest?
Scorchstreak thought so lowly of him, he knows. But of her mate? He does not want to think on it more than his mind already does. Forced to, really, as he paws through what little prey remains within their pile. The path near the forest is what remains mostly unharmed. A few mice, plover. None of the rabbits or hares that have become a staple of their diet remained. And Rattleheart's kits would require larger prey sooner rather than later. His eyes close with a heaved sigh. "Who wishes to hunt with me?" He turns upon three legs to look at his clan. (Do their thoughts go to trespassing again? Is their first thought, across which border?) "The lands near Horseplace remain mostly unharmed. Though we must be wary of the beasts that they keep outside of our borders, there may be enough there to feed us well for the night."
Scorchstreak thought so lowly of him, he knows. But of her mate? He does not want to think on it more than his mind already does. Forced to, really, as he paws through what little prey remains within their pile. The path near the forest is what remains mostly unharmed. A few mice, plover. None of the rabbits or hares that have become a staple of their diet remained. And Rattleheart's kits would require larger prey sooner rather than later. His eyes close with a heaved sigh. "Who wishes to hunt with me?" He turns upon three legs to look at his clan. (Do their thoughts go to trespassing again? Is their first thought, across which border?) "The lands near Horseplace remain mostly unharmed. Though we must be wary of the beasts that they keep outside of our borders, there may be enough there to feed us well for the night."
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ββββββa rogue brought to windclan in a search for greatness, one of sootstar's most loyal warriors turned into her downfall. with a mate and kits to worry about, and now nine lives from starclan with a missing limb, windclan's leader has a lot to prove.
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