Re: StarClan Camp
Crescentpaw managed to stumble her way into the Camp, blinking, the new StarClan member felt weak on her paws. Okay, this was not a dream. The black molly smoothed her pelt, restoring the little moon shape on her chest to it's normal pattern instead of a puff of white. Her vision swam with tiny dots for a moment before she forced herself to realize the truth. She was dead and gone. Crescentpaw sat, her haunches raised as her fur stayed smooth surprisingly. She took a deep breath, her claws flexing as she tried to spot anyone she knew. "Hello?" She squeaked, her ears pulling back as she flinched at the vulnerability in her voice and the high pitch.
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i come back here to be nostalgic like once a year, dont expect much else
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