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Post by firebrush on Apr 30, 2009 20:20:39 GMT -6
A young warrior wandered through her clan's territory, hardly noticing where her paws took her. Deep blue eyes clouded with the accumulated tensions of her clan. The generally hyperactive she-cat slowed, weighted down by anxiety and weariness.
Softly at first, but growing in volume until she was nearly shouting, WilloWyte spoke to herself. "So much grief, so much trouble... The clan turning against itself, turning clanmate against clanmate... How Could Starclan Let This Happen!?!"
The she-cat stopped, realizing just how loud she had become. "Oh Starclan! Now I've gone and scared all the prey." WilloWyte sighed and padded more softly through the autumnal display of foliage. She paused at the sound of rustling undergrowth. Putting one white foot in front of the other, she slunk into a hunter's stance and prowled forward to investigate. Her mood brightened to a more familiar excitement as she went to see what prey animal was so deaf it hadn't heard her outburst.
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