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Post by Sageleaf on Apr 7, 2017 4:49:22 GMT -6
Sageleaf could fly. Well, sort of. Anyone could fly, so long as they were dead. And cared at all to try. This was what she'd been doing while meandering about IceClan's nighttime territory as a mere phantom, invisible to the eyes of others unless she wished to change it. Suddenly, she came across the camp, and peered into the dreams of cats. She didn't really have a particular goal in mind, but death made her dreadfully bored, which was likely part of the reason why she sent everything else to hell and strolled right into the medicine cat, Snowwhisper's dream. And found the cat looking right back at her.
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Post by Snowwhisper on Apr 8, 2017 5:01:58 GMT -6
Snowwhisper pinched her eyes shut as she tried to sleep. So much had happened recently and she was exsausted, but Whitepaw, now Rilian, had left a while ago and it was starting to catch up to her. She had done what she could to help the others, and it was her turn to grieve, but she couldn't let herself just yet. She had to talk to Sunkit and send along his message to her too, as well as help the clan settle into the new camp. . Sighing, she gave up on sleep and got up to go on a walk through the Iceclan territory. But when she opened her eyes it was a different territory. Sure it was still Iceclan territory, but it had a darkish hue to it that told her it was Cloudclan'a version of Iceclan, not her own. She turned to see a ginger warrior and gave a smile and dipped her head respectfully to the dead cat. "Hello. I am afraid I cannot say who you are," she greeted hesitantly.
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