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Originally Posted by Whitemoon
Truestar exited his den quietly as a faint orange glow from the rising sun crept over the horizon. He looked out over the clearing out the newly formed Clan. All was going well, so far. He hopped down from the high rock that marked his den's entrance and began to step carefully through the light dusting of snow. Tiny flakes formed on the fur framing his bright green eyes as he narrowed them, scanning the camp.
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Nightshade yawned, feeling a bit woozy. She approached Truestar and nodded her greetings. "Hello, I would like to be a medicine cat." She said, straight forward. She seemed to say it in a little bit of a sing-song voice, and she wasn't usually like that, but in her mind, the role was screaming at her and she could not turn it down.