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Post by Waspwing on Sept 28, 2013 15:29:08 GMT -6
(I thhiinkk the half moon was last night, but we haven't had one of these in too long so too bad)
Waspwing hobbled up the final stepsorwhatever to the Shimmering Rocks, and then flopped onto his side. The weather was much cooler now, and so now his joints were a little more stiff than usual. Oh well, it had been a few moons since he had attended one of the Medicine Cat Meetings. Mostly out of anger towards Cloudclan. The Hunger Games scenario had really made him reconsider his views on his ancestors, but now he couldn't help but wonder if Cherrypaw and Tuftpaw were doing alright in Cloudclan. Plus he hadn't heard any news of a victor returning home, and he knew that whoever that must have been probably died off, perhaps of wounds from the Games themselves.
He didn't really care of other Medicine Cats came to this meeting or not. He really only cared about making contact with Cherrypaw or Tuftpaw, and making sure they were alright so he could be at peace with the whole thing.
(Y'ALL NEW SPIRITS BETTER POST)
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