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Originally Posted by MangofDoom

✱ ═ Poppysong ═ ✱



═ windclan warrior║nb/demigirl they/them║23 moons ═
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Poppysong limps into the clearing at a surprisingly quick pace. They swing their head around as they speed walk to the front. At the front, they sigh contently before plopping down. They smile through trying to cat their breath, their chest held high. See? They can still (ow) be fast. It’s just (ow) more difficult.

Poppysong looks over their shoulder, hiding their face to be sure Lightningstorm doesn’t see them wincing, and to see how many people they outran here. Not as many as they’d like, but more than they expected.

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Hawkfur
WindClan
he/him | 49 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky blue eyes ]
Purrks: Flock Together T3
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Hawkfur prayed to StarClan, to the scattered clouds above, that this would be a normal, uneventful Gathering. Fallownose's death still hung heavily on the clan, and Twilightstar's declaration of war on RiverClan loomed over them. Not to mention, Hawkfur's mind was reeling with the question Bravebird had presented him with several days ago, and the answer he had given in return. Goodness, he was being driven rapidly between unfathomable pain and overwhelming joy. It was quite exhausting!

Out of the corner of his eye, Hawkfur spotted Poppysong shuffling to a spot in the front, the young warrior limping with each step. Hawkfur huffed, mentally scolding them for not seeking help sooner. Then he scolded himself, because really what kind of warrior was he if he didn't drag them kicking and screaming to Lightningstorm?

Hawkfur padded over to their side, giving them an easy smile before plopping down next to them.