
May 2nd, 2020, 03:40 PM
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Join Date: Oct 2016
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Re: WindClan Leader's Den
"TWILIGHTSTAR!"
Oaksting wasn't gentle in his yowl for the leader, hobbling into her den without so much as a request. His legs were killing him and he was ANGRY.
With a certain tortoiseshell tom.
"What the hell kinda deputy did you hire? It's one thin' to make up cats like 'Ravenpaw', it's another damn thing to ignore the cats tryna question it! He's off his rocker, and somethin' ought to be done about him before he sends more imaginary cats on patrols and keeps disregardin' us concerned Clan-mates!"
He scowled as he finished, expectant gaze on the leader.
[ @Moonraven, for reference ravenpaw wasn't roleplayed despite being submitted (and was requested removal) so she never existed to save space for cats who would actually be remembered. ]
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