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Raven & Co.
Kestelgaze had with ease slid across the border, she wasn’t a big fan of Thunderclan they weren’t special, they were a mix of the four true clans, Skyclan, Windclan, Riverclan, and Shadowclan. That is what made them the greatest danger of all the clans. Each clan had an advantage, Skyclan had keen eye-sight and a climbing advantage, Windclan had a keen sense of smell and were fast runners, Shadowclan had great eye-sight and excelled in spying and stalking prey or cats, and Riverclan could swim then Thunderclan was special some had keen eye-sight a trait shared by Skyclan and Shadowclan, some could climb trees like Skyclan, some had a keen sense of smell like Windclan and some were fast runners like Windclan, some were good spies like Shadowclan, and some could swim like Riverclan, they only had one distinct trait that no other clan had, keen hearing. Though all them shared a personality trait as the other clans did, Skyclan was peaceful, Windclan were pinch-nosed, Shadowclan was sly, Riverclan was playful, and Thunderrclan was friendly- for the most part. Thunderclan did lack the fur difference that all the other clans had, walking through their camp from the perspective of one from the other clans would be like idling through the gathering. Thunderclan had every kind of fur color and eye color, Skyclan cats with the exception of the kittypet recruits either had flaming orange fur and green eyes or black fur and green eyes, ofcourse they had exceptions. Shadowclan was mostly black furred and brown eyed, though some had white fur. Windclan had long brown fur and black eyes. Riverclan were short-furred tabbies for the most part. Thunderclan was diverse. And as far as Kestrelshade could tell, diverstity was bad. She wasn’t hunting so what harm was she doing, she wasn’t chasing prey off either, just exploring the territory, seeing if they were anything special or maybe not diverse, but they still looked completely foreign to her. She had a hard time at first adjusting to the four clans that shared territory with her, that was when she was an apprentice. She always insulted Riverclanners calling them ‘trout-faced fish whiskers’ because the only cats she knew before that who ate fish were kittypets who were fed fish, she called Shadowclan a word she invented and thought was sly and cunning of a word to insult them ‘Slytherin’ she thought Windclan was odd so she called them ‘running rabbits’ as they ran alot probably in fear. And Thunderclan were simply ‘those fox-hearted mouse droppings’. Yet here she was exploring Thunderclan territory, she knew it was wrong what she did, two moons ago, a fox killed her mate and she had two kits which she left in the middle of the thunderpath to die. She assumed them dead and knew she could finally separate herself from that painful part of her life. The clan thought they ran away and were lost forever to die, she knew the trust. She got too much sympathy in her clan and wanted to escape it, after all the clan knew her mate died, she never allowed herself to think of him and they thought her kits disappeared forever a moon later, she forced an inenvertable death apon them, she flicked her tail pleased with life trusting that no cats would raise the Dark Forest over her taking a walk in their territory.
(OMG sorry this is so long)