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Post by Cheetahpaw on Mar 20, 2016 17:49:21 GMT -6
Cheetahpaw looked down at her struggling clan. I should be there with them not watching them. The she-cat had been killed by a twoleg monster while she was crossing the Thunder path. Cheetahpaw looked around CloudClans territory with her America eyes. "Hello anyone there"
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Post by Redstorm on Mar 30, 2016 14:35:14 GMT -6
Redstorm had distanced himself for a few moons. If his time in Cloudclan had taught him anything, it was that meditating and watching the Clans with a clear mind was one of the best choices he could make. Now he was back in the usual hotspots for spirit activity. The avalanche in Iceclan was a tragedy, and he knew other Iceclan spirits were likely worried or itching to talk about it. From a distance he heard a voice, too young to be a spirit, asking for someone.
He padded up to the spotted she-cat slowly. She was young, definitely not a warrior. He felt a sting of pain in his heart for her. "Hello, little one." He said quietly, nicely. He wasn't sure if this poor cat was one of the ones that had died in the avalanche or not. If she was, she likely desperately needed help. "Are you alright?" He asked, tilting his head to one side. He hadn't helped an apprentice since he was a senior warrior. Cloudclan, that had been so many seasons ago.
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Post by Cheetahpaw on Mar 30, 2016 14:50:15 GMT -6
Cheetahpaw gaze fixed on the the Tom who had just spoken to her. He seems friendly. "Hello who are you?" The spotted she-cat asked. "I'm ok" Cheetahpaw murmured. "It's just that I want to help my clanmates. I want to help them but I don't know how." She meowed again. "I feel so guilty since I'm not helping"
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