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WillowClan has a manual age-up system. One moon is two weeks, and your characters will automatically age in the allegiances.
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Weather
The weather is chilly, but not too terrible. Clouds are scarce and the wind is soft and not harsh. Ice will melt soon and give way to Greenleaf.
Upcoming Events
Council Meeting: December 20th
Gathering w/ LakeClan: January 10th
Medicine Cat Meeting: December 27th
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"I am a writer. Therefore, I am not sane. ~ edgar allan poe ~
The cream leader walked out of her den with her head held high. She was new to the whole leader thing, but maybe if she kept her head up and acted like she knew what she was doing, she would eventually figure it out. Due to her slim stature, she often excelled at hunting opposed to fighting, but she had not let that stop her so far. Maybe she would go out and catch a LakeClan patrol at the border. She chortle. How immature of her. Still seeking out fights to bury her self-doubt? She shook.her head and sighed. Well, there was alway training an apprentice. The Clan was very low on healthy well-ttained cats after the pandemic they had experienced, so training an apprentice correctly would surely encourage the Clan to rebuild. That they had not failed their ever-valued Visikn Givers. She sighed at this thought too, feeling somewhat at fault for the illness. What if the had angered their ancestors in some way? In some silly, insignificantway? And the ancestors did nothing about WillowClan's issues anymore?
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.ೃ࿐ Cinderstalk padded out of the Warrior’s den, bright and early, paws sliding against the slippery ice. She should do something about it In case any cats slid and hurt themselves. She glanced at daffodilstar who was staring in thin air, probably thinking about something. She padded over to her leader, dipping her head as she arrived. “Lovely morning today, Daffodilstar.” she mewed, turning to face the clearing. The sun had rose and cats were beginning to spill out of dens.
~~ Finpaw - She/Her - Council Apprentice of WillowClan ~~
-- Gray-blue she-cat with yellow eyes --
[ WillowClan Clearing ]
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Finpaw yawned, stretching. She walked to the clearing, her blue-gray fur blowing in the wind. "Nice day..." She said, happy about everything. Things seemed to be fine.
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Sunheart opened her eyes slowly looking at everything in the den then getting up and stretching and shaking her pelt and grooming it the molly let a yawn escape her she walked to the entrance poking her head out the molly closed her eyes and slowly opened them
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As the molly walked fully out she perked and slipped down" woah!" she exclaimed in her soft voice As she tumbled down onto the ice she then got up again but more aware of the ice around her the molly slowly walked forward avoiding every single ice near her, as she sat down she began grooming herself again
Her ears pricked. Pawsteps were approaching her. Just before her deputy could say anything or reach her completely, she turned in a fluid motion and smiled. Hopefully, Cinderstalk had not seen her doubtful stare at the sky. It was chilly, but nothing they couldn't handle. They would be prepared for the next leafbare. Newleaf was quickly approaching and the ice around camp was beginning to melt. Hopefully, all the slick solid water would be gone in the next half-moon. She approached the deputy, closing the gap between the two cats and smiling fondly as she asked her question. Oh, it was a pretty nice day for late leafbare. She hadn't noticed. Yes, no clouds either. The wind has also decided to be merciful. she noted, feeling a light breeze ruffle against her pelt as she spoke this, glancing to the sky again and back to her deputy.
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Sunheart looked around the clearing her eyes gazing at the ice and cats that are around as she finished grooming the elder laid down and just watched everything
Her ears pricked. Pawsteps were approaching her. Just before her deputy could say anything or reach her completely, she turned in a fluid motion and smiled. Hopefully, Cinderstalk had not seen her doubtful stare at the sky. It was chilly, but nothing they couldn't handle. They would be prepared for the next leafbare. Newleaf was quickly approaching and the ice around camp was beginning to melt. Hopefully, all the slick solid water would be gone in the next half-moon. She approached the deputy, closing the gap between the two cats and smiling fondly as she asked her question. Oh, it was a pretty nice day for late leafbare. She hadn't noticed. Yes, no clouds either. The wind has also decided to be merciful. she noted, feeling a light breeze ruffle against her pelt as she spoke this, glancing to the sky again and back to her deputy.
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She nodded. “Hopefully there won’t be a snowfall.” she mewed. She could hardly imagine the camp full of snow. It would take moons to clear all the snow out! Besides, They could afford cats breaking their legs by slipping on ice. “I would like to discuss something.” Cinderstalk leaned in. “Should we do something about the ice..?” she mewed, doubtful. “A large quantity of cats could slip on it.”
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