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Old October 26th, 2023, 11:00 PM
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Default Re: RiverClan Floodstone

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Originally Posted by Poprock View Post
Waaaaay too much was happenin' waaaay too fast. Ginger was dead? The newly appointed sibling high ranks found 'em? Now Buzzstar or whatever her name was came waltzing in claiming a riverclanner planted poison? As if Riverclan hadn't learned their lesson the last time? Please. Floodfeather wasn't the brightest star in the sky, but he wasn't the dullest either. Larkypoo and her brother had totally set this up to make themselves look innocent. To rally the clan behind their backs so they could get away with killing the chillest leader their clan had had in a long time.

A slender tail twitched behind him, but he said nothing. Wasn't worth aggitating her majesty's loyal subjects. Not yet. All this pent up aggression from Beestar would probably turn right towards him if he opened his big mouth. Besides, who knew where Baykit scurried off to? I suppose I should start thinkin' about him now. Ugh... where did that booger go?
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Baykit had been hanging around the fringes of the crowd, not entirety sure what was going on. He just wanted to hang out in the clearing and avoid the clutter and noise and colors of the nursery, and BOOM. Some cat was yelling. He knew it was Larkdeputy by the way waves of blue accompanied the voice. And then a whooole bunch of cats appeared out of basically NOWHERE. Nope nope nope, Baykit had scuttled away to the furthest corner in camp to escape the cacophony.

Things got more chaotic. He watched with wide eyes as some stinky cats walked into camp. They yapped for a bit. They left. There was so much noise. Baykit couldn't think or see or hear, even when he closed his eyes he could still see the colors and patterns and angry swirls attacking him. How did the grown up cats deal with this?? Did it get better as he got older? Was that why kits weren't allowed at big meetings? The poor trembling kit was plastered against the furthest wall from the Floodstone, covering his ears and squeezing his eyes shut.

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