WingClan, a Chicken clan ЯР-- 'Fly with the breeze'

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"blackfire, those are not the normal fighters, they are the sun fighters, they want all of daggers kid dead" she shivers "oh um, do you know what happen to volcanoclan?"

"So what if they aren't 'normal' fighters, I can still kill them."

"no, they are to fast, and they feel no pain, trust me, i know"
 
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ice get the rest, and bring them to the nursery "i think i will get thorn to look over them, i will be right back" she goes to the med den "thorn, can you come to the nursery with me, i found a whole batch of chicks in the forest, can you look over them for me?" she asks

"If they're playing in camp, they'll be safe. People are everywhere and surely no one would steal chicks in broad daylight in the middle of WingClan."

(yet they'll take an apprentice?
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"not sure" he sigh then he sees the nursery, seeing chicks that were not there before, and ice gem trying to keep them there he ask bud "want to be a chick herder for a tad bit, milady?"
 
(Wowza, almost everyone is here! Awesome
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Rain spattered and soaked Bloodwing's feathers as he ran, drizzling down his crown, dripping from his beak onto the forest floor. "Blackthorn!" He repeated his brother's name until his lungs hurt, dashing through the forest, not caring if the twigs scratched his face or poked through his downy. Finally, once the sun had begun to rise again, he stopped, panting. It was hopeless. Blackthorn had gone, and he was sick. Very sick. Although Bloodwing felt the compassion of family, a darker thought lingered. If he knew his brother, he would use this--

Mind full of shadowed thoughts, Bloodwing trudged back into Wingclan camp, tired and dejected. His grey eyes were downcast, his mind company to his own thoughts.
 
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