Post by Clove on Jul 7, 2016 19:00:51 GMT -6
Clove made her way into the camp, her paws hesitant and ears laid back pressing lightly to her skull. She had, had enough with the IceClan and Rover issues and before that the annoyance of Deathclan she only hoped the clans would be more in her favor. Practically crawling feeling eyes on her she scurried to the den of the leader's or leader. Looking over her shoulder she sigh get over your self she internally snapped. Standing tall she called out "Cloverstar?"