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Originally Posted by Rose
Mapleface sat in the entrance of the warrior's den, head tipped back to look at the oh-so-glorious leader sitting at the front of the Clan, her emerald hues near-lifeless. Her jaw was clenched, bristling tail fanning out behind her. A warning in it's own. Bumblestar needed to pay for all the crimes she'd committed, that was for sure.
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| Nightpaw |
As the young tom trotted into camp with some prey in his mouth. He was about to set it in the fresh kill pile before he noticed the warrior staring up at the leader. He trotted up to her. "Hello." He said, voice muffled. "Want to share some prey?" The apprentice asked.