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Post by Brightrain on Nov 10, 2012 21:14:47 GMT -6
Brightrain sat in the Medicne Cats den, thinking and waiting for Emberstorm. She worried about him. She wondered what was wrong, he semmed pretty messed up last time she saw him. She looked arounf the den with her apple green eyes, scanning the area. Herbs...lots of them. Her thoughts were inturupted by the sound of paws walking in the den, "Emberstorm?" She asked through out the den.
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Post by Emberstorm on Nov 11, 2012 10:17:48 GMT -6
Emberstorm finally decided to come. The voice said in that creepy ancient voice ''Ember doesn't need help! I am his friend!''
He hissed 'I want a way to shut this thing up.'' The thought Oh Cloudclan I am insane aren't I? Hope Brightflame cares about internal injuries as much as external. He would make this voice leave him even if it dragged him to the Darkpool. He knew what it wanted. The one thing he would't do. The movement would have to start again or he was doomed. He hated the idea, of attacking Deathclan, since it could easily spark a war. A war the clans couldn't afford.
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Post by Brightrain on Nov 11, 2012 10:32:20 GMT -6
Once Brightrain saw it was Emberstorm, she smiled politly. "Hello Emberstorm, glad to see you finally came." She purred. She hoped Emberstorm was alright, she wasn't even sure if Brightflame could help him. There were certanly no wounds, but maybe he hit his head really hard while coming back from hunting. But who knows? He might just be a plain ol' wacko.
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