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Rainshadow smiled. "I fell from a tree, hunting for fun with my friend SIlvernight. If it heals fully, the bone will be faced weirdly. I'm heading to Moonswamp in 7 moons. Would you like to come?" She hushed a little, whispering, "I've been having visions as well. I think a quest may be needed soon. But I'm not sure. Hear something 'bout young and fragile, soft and bright? And then light comes dawn breaks then many don't hear when everyone cheers? It's pretty weird, huh."
 
AMERAUCANAS4REAL said:
Dropspring joined some of the recently minted warriors like himself. He walked over to a yellow eyed brown tabby tom, with a wiry body and thin fur. "Goldeneyes, right?" He asked.
This tom honestly looked like he still was a kit, and though Dropspring was larger, he didn't have much more muscle or fat either. He was kind of wiry himself.
"I'm Dropspring," he explained, licking his chest.
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"No, I'm Mudstrike, my sister is Goldeneyes, over there." He said and pointed with his tail towards Silvernight and Honeycloud. They were chatting with a mainly brown tortoiseshell she cat with striking golden eyes. "I heard your medicine cat is hurt, is that true?"
 
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Rainshadow smiled. "I fell from a tree, hunting for fun with my friend SIlvernight. If it heals fully, the bone will be faced weirdly. I'm heading to Moonswamp in 7 moons. Would you like to come?" She hushed a little, whispering, "I've been having visions as well. I think a quest may be needed soon. But I'm not sure. Hear something 'bout young and fragile, soft and bright? And then light comes dawn breaks then many don't hear when everyone cheers? It's pretty weird, huh."
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"Seven moons? That's a long time! You meen seven days?" Yewberry exclaimed.
"Yeah, I've been having this about a dawn, but I don't really understand why it could be connected to our clan if it is a particular cat. Maybe something else?"
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"No, I'm Mudstrike, my sister is Goldeneyes, over there." He said and pointed with his tail towards Silvernight and Honeycloud. They were chatting with a mainly brown tortoiseshell she cat with striking golden eyes. "I heard your medicine cat is hurt, is that true?"
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"Yep," said Dropspring with a little too much nonchalance, and he said it too quickly. "Too bad we aren't lucky enough to have an apprentice like Rockclan. Is Greenpaw ok?" He asked, his eyes widening with concern at the decrepit form of Greenpaw. He looks scared."
 
AMERAUCANAS4REAL said:
"Seven moons? That's a long time! You meen seven days?" Yewberry exclaimed.
"Yeah, I've been having this about a dawn, but I don't really understand why it could be connected to our clan if it is a particular cat. Maybe something else?"

"Yep," said Dropspring with a little too much nonchalance, and he said it too quickly. "Too bad we aren't lucky enough to have an apprentice like Rockclan. Is Greenpaw ok?" He asked, his eyes widening with concern at the decrepit form of Greenpaw. He looks scared."
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"Yes, seven sun rises. We should talk to Starclan then."





"Oh, just nervous. He became an apprentice two days ago, so he's new to this." Mudstrike snapped, a little too quickly.
 
9SpiceyChickens said:
"Yes, seven sun rises. We should talk to Starclan then."





"Oh, just nervous. He became an apprentice two days ago, so he's new to this." Mudstrike snapped, a little too quickly.
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Yewberry boxed her ear with a laugh. "No one calls it sunrises anymore, how old are you, you're starting to sound like Bristlepelt!" She was referring to a very old Rockclan elder, 155 moons old, in fact. He tended to have eloquent speech. He was one of the only cats who remembered a time before the clans moved to this place.




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"How do you know? You're not from Rockclan," Dropspring asked.
 
OldEnglishGameBantam33 said:
puffypoo?! or NoFlyBackFarm!
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(sorry!!!)

"That's right," Flurrypaw remarked. Her cheery smile faded, however, when another DirtClan apprentice spoke up.
"SnowClan? They are such mousebrains. They're practically starving themselves to death!"
"Shut up, Branchpaw," another older SnowClan apprentice snapped. "No wonder your clan's called DirtClan. That's all you are."
Branchpaw was about to protest but a golden tabby DirtClan queen grabbed the ten month old, yelling and scratching, by the scruff and dragged him away. "That's enough. I'm sorry, kids."
 

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