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art by ghostzyn on TH Butterflypaw-She/Her
9 Moons PURRKS
Agatha Kitty-Inactive
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Eight kits sounds like a big amount too.
At least, if queens don't usually have more than four.
So it sounds like it is?
Maybe?
Anyway, Butterflypaw nods. "I think they will, they wouldn't stay away on purpose, I don't think." Butterflypaw said with a smile "What are your siblings like?"
Batmist
thc warrior | he/him | rosetted white tom with clouded eyes
Batmist's chest was heaving as he skidded to a halt in the center of camp. The blood from the gash on his shoulder had slowed to a trickle, but his hind leg had sharp twinges of pain shooting up and down from his run to camp - must've twisted it or something when trying to get away from the otter.
"Otters at the RiverClan Border!" he rasped, "Mountaintalon's still fighting 'em! We need more paws on the ground."
He'd like to say they could've handled them if Alpinemoon hadn't up and vanished on them, but that would be dishonest. There was one for each and there wasn't no way for them beat those odds without an act of StarClan.
Silverleopard darted out of the warriors'den, her broad-shouldered form making it way over to Batmist. "I'll go. I'm not afraid to take on a few otters."
Batmist
thc warrior | he/him | rosetted white tom with clouded eyes
Batmist's chest was heaving as he skidded to a halt in the center of camp. The blood from the gash on his shoulder had slowed to a trickle, but his hind leg had sharp twinges of pain shooting up and down from his run to camp - must've twisted it or something when trying to get away from the otter.
"Otters at the RiverClan Border!" he rasped, "Mountaintalon's still fighting 'em! We need more paws on the ground."
He'd like to say they could've handled them if Alpinemoon hadn't up and vanished on them, but that would be dishonest. There was one for each and there wasn't no way for them beat those odds without an act of StarClan.
Flintclaw
Thunderclan warrior - 22 moons - Massive dark tabby tom with pale blue eyes and a thick scar across his chest.
(Purrks: Killer Aptitude | Just a scratch)
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Flintclaw's eyes snapped open and he was on his paws and in the clearing within a heartbeat. Otters? Just another predator to add to his list. He looked over the white tom before glancing at the others that had shown up. "I'll go!" He said, tail lashing. Those otters would learn not to mess with Thunderclan! There was no way in starclan he would be missing out on this!
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