#Earth
Ghostpaw could barely supress her suprise at being called out. At her first Clan meeting as an official ThunderClan member - an apprentice, no less! The 'paw felt the gaze of a billion trillion cats burning through her pelt, her body, feeling like she would spontaneously combust any moment with all the built up heat. So Bumblestar did think she could be a Hornet? Good, 'cos she had plenty experience protecting others, from her time with Whisper, his little clan of oddbod prey animals, and a fox pup, plus the random straggler rogues who her compassionate little brother befriended.
Maybe, just maybe... She could be a Hornet, and finally be accepted into the Clan Whisper constantly raved on about joining.
And then she was suddenly jolted out of rumination by a war announcement. On ShadowClan. Ghostpaw didn't really know how to react. She was a good fighter, and was ready to wage war on her littermate's possible murderers, but, Clan cats here and there were throwing around at each other uneasy or apprehensive glances. Some looked like they were about to go into mental breakdown.
Looking down at her kneading claws, her lynx-tipped ears pointed down, Ghostpaw wondered if she would ever fit in. Here, she was full of bloodlust, while all the Clanborn kitties were on the verge of restless nights.
Whisper would have understood. But it wasn't like he was here, or was about to be brushing lynx-points with her.
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