- Mar 31, 2024
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With the apprentices taking up all of the elder's attention during their tick picking Scorchedkit found herself bored out of her mind. Mossball wasn't appealing enough today. Not when she craved the stories of the old battle worn cats to fill her imagination. With a half hearted kick of her mossball the tortoiseshell unintentionally sent the wad of foliage skittering toward a brown tabby limb. Oh! I'm sorry Howlingstar. Murmuring the apology quickly Scorchedkit loped forward to retrieve the little ball that bounced off the leader's leg. Perhaps she placed a little more power into her kick than she thought.
Scooping the ball close to her side she looked up at the older female with sudden bright eyes. Howlingstar, you have really cool adventure stories like the elders right? Surely she must have. She was the leader of thunderclan after all. Could you tell me one, or two? Perhaps she shouldn't have been asking. Leaders were typically extremely busy like warriors if she remembered correctly. But she couldn't help her urge to listen to a grand tale. (@HOWLINGSTAR)
Scooping the ball close to her side she looked up at the older female with sudden bright eyes. Howlingstar, you have really cool adventure stories like the elders right? Surely she must have. She was the leader of thunderclan after all. Could you tell me one, or two? Perhaps she shouldn't have been asking. Leaders were typically extremely busy like warriors if she remembered correctly. But she couldn't help her urge to listen to a grand tale. (@HOWLINGSTAR)
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