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Well, turns out the hawks have sent their prey into hiding. Annoying beasts from the sky... Sootstar wished she knew how to take one down, then they could get rid of their problem while continuing to feast. They'd provide even more meat than the rabbits did... Only StarClan had warned them of these hawks for a reason, they were not presented in the same way the plump rabbits had. This was no blessing for WindClan, and certainly no blessing for the cats who had been attacked mere days ago.
Morale has grown awfully low around the clan. Cats were more quiet, displeased and unhappy, and patrols were always bristly and fearful. They could hardly concentrate when they felt the need to keep their eyes on the sky at all times or risk their life. The blue smoke cannot wonder if this was truly a mere invasion, or if this was StarClan's way of warning them of something fouler and sinister.
All she can do for now is keep her guard up, do her best to keep her clan safe, and pray StarClan feeds her medicine cats more signs.
Today she led her own patrol that came to no fruition. They found a rabbit but one of the apprentices hunting missed it, anyone else and she would've gotten her fur in a bristle. Yet she remains her cool, takes a few deep breaths and keeps her fur down. As they enter camp, expecting faces look to them with hope, yet their hungry eyes find no rabbit. She watches as frowns tug on their faces and sighs escape their maws.
It was a heavy, gnawing feeling, letting her clan down. Perhaps that terrible, gut-wrenching feeling it what drives her to say what she says next.
"Guess you could say we had a bad hareday." It's the stupidest thing, she can't help but allow her lips to rise and a fairly hardy chuckle to escape. Anything
Morale has grown awfully low around the clan. Cats were more quiet, displeased and unhappy, and patrols were always bristly and fearful. They could hardly concentrate when they felt the need to keep their eyes on the sky at all times or risk their life. The blue smoke cannot wonder if this was truly a mere invasion, or if this was StarClan's way of warning them of something fouler and sinister.
All she can do for now is keep her guard up, do her best to keep her clan safe, and pray StarClan feeds her medicine cats more signs.
Today she led her own patrol that came to no fruition. They found a rabbit but one of the apprentices hunting missed it, anyone else and she would've gotten her fur in a bristle. Yet she remains her cool, takes a few deep breaths and keeps her fur down. As they enter camp, expecting faces look to them with hope, yet their hungry eyes find no rabbit. She watches as frowns tug on their faces and sighs escape their maws.
It was a heavy, gnawing feeling, letting her clan down. Perhaps that terrible, gut-wrenching feeling it what drives her to say what she says next.
"Guess you could say we had a bad hareday." It's the stupidest thing, she can't help but allow her lips to rise and a fairly hardy chuckle to escape. Anything