~Warriors RP~ ThunderClan, RiverClan, WindClan, ShadowClan

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Sandytail's patrol came back with several half-eaten rabbit bones, reeking of WindClan. "We found these a long ways over our side of the border," Sandytail reported to Stripestar.

Stripestar's fur bristled angrily. "How dare they!"
 
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Sandytail's patrol came back with several half-eaten rabbit bones, reeking of WindClan. "We found these at the border," Sandytail reported to Stripestar.

Stripestar's fur bristled angrily. "How dare they!"
Sagestar paced her den. Something was happening; or, going to happen. She could just feel it.
 
"We also found WindClan scent-marks several tree-lengths on our side," Sandytail meowed.

Stripestar leaped onto the highrock and yowled. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the highrock for a Clan meeting!"
 
"We also found WindClan scent-marks several tree-lengths on our side," Sandytail meowed.

Stripestar leaped onto the highrock and yowled. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the highrock for a Clan meeting!"
Nightpelt slunk into the camp, his pelt bristling beneath his jet black fur. Please, pleeaase, don't let it be about me. He prayed.
 
"We also found WindClan scent-marks several tree-lengths on our side," Sandytail meowed.

Stripestar leaped onto the highrock and yowled. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the highrock for a Clan meeting!"


OneEye padded over to highrock.
 
Stripestar merely gave a small nod to acknowledge Nightpelt as he entered the camp. As the Clan gathered, bewildered and puzzled looks etched across the cats' faces, before turning to fury as they saw the bones. They began to yowl, and Stripestar had to silence them with a caterwaul of her own.

"WindClan has hunted on our borders and trespassed countless times," she yowled, "it's time we show them ShadowClan's true strength!"
 
Stripestar merely gave a small nod to acknowledge Nightpelt as he entered the camp. As the Clan gathered, bewildered and puzzled looks etched across the cats' faces, before turning to fury as they saw the bones. They began to yowl, and Stripestar had to silence them with a caterwaul of her own.

"WindClan has hunted on our borders and trespassed countless times," she yowled, "it's time we show them ShadowClan's true strength!"
Nightpelt's pelt stopped tingling. He let out a long, quiet sigh, then grinned. He was itching for a good fight.

Sagestar finally padded from her den, and watched the clan. Thistleclaw shrank under her gaze, but continued shoving dried grasses into the walls of the nursery.
 
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