
January 26th, 2021, 07:12 PM
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Re: ThunderClan Clearing
"Buck- Buckstar, G-Glidingfeather!"
Bluetooth's voice was a weak yowl as he finally made it through the camp entrance, a trail of blood in his wake as he collapsed in the snow. His physical state had not improved - body torn to pieces with exposed bone and his shredded stomach only covered by his fallen state. Despite the attack, StarClan must have felt some pity for him if they let him make it this far.
".. Danger!" He managed, the adrenaline wearing off in the security of the camp. He was.. so tired, in so much pain. ".. Sunkissed Creek.. coyotes, Redclaw.. not safe.." his voice broke as he spoke the name of his brother. ".. i'm sorry.."
And then he was gone, head dropped against the ground as he made one final sigh. At least his brother was waiting for him.
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