♦New Worrior Cat RPG♦

[Wintent]

"Ahh. So do you have to be born in the clan to become part of the clan?" She ask

BarkPaw shook her head. "Not always but its rare to see a cat that wasn't born in a clan."

 

[OnceInALifeTime]

BarkPaw shook her head. "Not always but its rare to see a cat that wasn't born in a clan."

"What are they going to do with me?" She ask suddenly her eyes wide and fearful "one of them wanted to kill me..."

 

[Wintent]

"What are they going to do with me?" She ask suddenly her eyes wide and fearful "one of them wanted to kill me..."

"Not sure but BlackStar is a fair cat," BarkPaw said smiling.

 

[OnceInALifeTime]

"Not sure but BlackStar is a fair cat," BarkPaw said smiling.

Star shifted her paws nervously as she thought things over. Her stomach rumbled loudly and she lay down with a sigh

 

[Wintent]

Star shifted her paws nervously as she thought things over. Her stomach rumbled loudly and she lay down with a sigh

BarkPaw goanced at her. "Are you hungry?"

 

[OnceInALifeTime]

BarkPaw goanced at her. "Are you hungry?"

"Oh...uhhh... it doesnt matter..." she muttered

 

[Wintent]

"Oh...uhhh... it doesnt matter..." she muttered

BarkPaw looked at her for a moment before padding out of the medicine cat den. She came back a moment later with a vole clamped in her jaws

 

[OnceInALifeTime]

BarkPaw looked at her for a moment before padding out of the medicine cat den. She came back a moment later with a vole clamped in her jaws

Star licked her lips as she smelled the vole then looked down quickly

 

[Wintent]

Star licked her lips as she smelled the vole then looked down quickly

BarkPaw dropped the vole in front of her nudging it towards her before going back to counting herbs.

 

[OnceInALifeTime]

BarkPaw dropped the vole in front of her nudging it towards her before going back to counting herbs.

Star waited until Barkpaw's back was turned to scarf down the vole. She was used to hiding while she ate. It had been less then a week sense she left her mother and shed fought for every scrap of food sense her birth