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Post by Pale* on Oct 13, 2007 18:52:59 GMT -5
Palestar stared out the entrance of her den. The sky was growing to darken underneath the layer of clouds that covered it. It was going to rain soon, she deliberated. She was so lost as to what to do with her Clan. She wished that she could fix whatever was going on with RiverClan, but she didn't know how. She knew that there were warriors to be made and new apprentices to be made as well.
She was failing. She didn't know how to make things better, how to be a strong leader. She knew that she was the wrong cat for the job, never strong enough to lift her friends up. She couldn't do it. She shook her head, regreting nearly everything that she'd done as a leader. [/size]
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Post by Shiningstream on Oct 13, 2007 21:24:00 GMT -5
"Palestar?" From the reeds of the camp boundries, the dark green leaves began swaying against a ginger tabby pelt, nothing that would ever deem necessary to RiverClan. As a rogue, the she-cat who had whispered had never truely felt comfortable in the Clan, mostly because she was a growing rival, maybe because she was just frightened. Miserystrike observed much and talked less, something she became accostumed to while living on her own.
However...Palestar's posture caught her wandering eye. Apart from training with Frozenstream, the only cat she felt at ease with, Miserystrike was always flickering her eyes to other way, seeing how Clan cats acted together, how they behaved when alone. It would never matter how accepted Miserystrike became; she would always hold her rogue-ish paranoia. From here, Palestar looked wan, defeated, tired.
"Is...something wrong?"
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Post by {Snarky} on Oct 16, 2007 19:17:12 GMT -5
Sparklestorm padded through rough ferns, wincing as they tug at her still sensitive fur. There were a few negatives to having kittens, she supposed, but the other positives brought a smile to her face as she trudged on. Skidding to a halt on muddy terrain as her leader and clanmate appeared before her, she blinked rapidly before zoning in on Palestar's obvious distress.
"Something wrong?"
she asked cautiously, her voice as feminine and flowing as ever, unknowingly echoing the other cats words. |
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