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Post by x.Whisperingstar.x on Jan 6, 2009 20:52:28 GMT -5
This is where the warriors sleep. It is a large, wide thorn tree. There is plenty of room but as more and more apprentice become warriors the den gets more and more crowded.
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Post by xox.Icey.xox on Jan 25, 2009 18:51:32 GMT -5
Larkwing was, she bet, the smallest she-cat in the clan. She could pass for an apprentice if she really wanted to. Yet you could tell by the strong looking shoulders she has, she was fully grown. Larkwing's pure white pelt shone in the dieing sun. She made her way into the warriors den not even looking around. She quickley found a small nest, just for her, she thought with a smile. Her stunning fiery hazel eyes looked around the den before she let her pink tongue stroke her chest.
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Post by Hana–♥ on Jan 29, 2009 16:46:27 GMT -5
Ravencry had been mute since the day H'RathClan attacked the border patrol she was on as an apprentice. Moss, was the cats name that bit her vocal cords and permantly damaged her voice - causing her to go mute. Now she could say a view words every now and then, but speaking to much hurt her. Life was normal for her, even if she couldn't speak to her fellow warriors or instruct an apprentice on what to do, she got along just fine.
She found her nest in the middle where the Senior Warriors slept. All tucked in cozy in the middle of many cats was good for her aging body. Ravencry knew in a good number of seasons she just may be joining the Elder's. When Nightpaw becomes a warrior, I'll think about it more. Ravencry thought with a definant nod to herself. A shakey sigh escaped her and she settled in her nest before beginning to wash herself.
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