- Jun 26, 2024
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"So those weird Clan cats from the mountains are kinda... kinda nice, actually!" Vixen chirrups, drawing her tongue across one paw. The six siblings are clustered in a shady spot, waiting out the heat of the day. The weather should break soon, but for now, they're stuck avoiding the midday sun like moles.
"Apparently they got chased out by, uhh .... WindClan? For following the leader which StarClan - that's their, uh, dead cats? Like how sometimes we ask Old Tom to save us a good scrap, except it's their whole families." She squints at nothing briefly, chasing the tail of her earlier thoughts, her own tailtip twitching. She jolts when the pieces connect in her mind, awareness returning to spring-green eyes as her pupils sharpen.
"Oh, right! Anyway, they got chased out for following the leader StarClan picked in the first place. How weird is that?" Her nose wrinkles. "Apparently they're looking for more paws to help them out before it gets cold, and they've got a couple of kits to take back with 'em. I'm thinking about it, for sure ..."
"Apparently they got chased out by, uhh .... WindClan? For following the leader which StarClan - that's their, uh, dead cats? Like how sometimes we ask Old Tom to save us a good scrap, except it's their whole families." She squints at nothing briefly, chasing the tail of her earlier thoughts, her own tailtip twitching. She jolts when the pieces connect in her mind, awareness returning to spring-green eyes as her pupils sharpen.
"Oh, right! Anyway, they got chased out for following the leader StarClan picked in the first place. How weird is that?" Her nose wrinkles. "Apparently they're looking for more paws to help them out before it gets cold, and they've got a couple of kits to take back with 'em. I'm thinking about it, for sure ..."