Post by Clove on Nov 1, 2016 16:51:38 GMT -6
Clove sat a few paces from the RockClan camp, head low and eyes heavy with a strange salty liquid. That Clove had not allowed to flow from as many moons as she could count yet the warm tears dripped freely from her muzzle she didn't know what to do. She wasn't fitting in to well with the clan only a few cats had really excepted her, and well other than that she was outcast. She thought heavily about her kitten back in Deathclan and cried some more why had she been so clueless so dumb... The sound of another cat close by made her look up with shock what was she doing she wiped the stupid warm liquid with anger, and narrowed her optics. "Who goes," by scent she could tell it was Spruce and she then grew embarrased hopefuly he had not seen the vunerble state she was in.
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