
July 3rd, 2023, 11:16 AM
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watermeon
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Join Date: Mar 2018
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Re: ThunderClan Stormcrest
Wolfpaw padded over at the leader's call. He was patched up pretty well, with only the back of his head still aching - he figured he'd have a bruise for a bit. Despite this, and despite the fact that his personal battle hadn't gone great, he was proud of the good hits he landed and the fact that his Clan had won the fight.
There was a flicker of movement in the corner of his eye and the apprentice turned in time to see a rock sliding towards him. Pass it on? Was he supposed to be sneaky about this? He assumed so, so he held onto to the rock for a moment as he waited for an opportunity. He watched as a kit launched himself onto the Stormcrest, providing the perfect distraction, and he kicked the rock to the first cat he saw. "Hey! Pass it on," he whispered. Hopefully the warrior would humor the game.
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