After ANOTHER Hunting Patrol~

[Shadewing]

It had been a long, long d**ned day of hunting. FIRST of all- no one else was hunting! Twilightstar had ran off one moment, leaving her kit at the mercy of the sickness. Their Medicine cat- who only just because one no less than a few moons ago! Was struggling with the sick cats, but probably couldn't even handle an apprentice because everyone was busy. Her tail lashed. Windclan was dying. She had caught three rabbits though, and was exhausted, as she padded back into camp.

Of course though, Twilightstar hated her. So of course, even if any kits survived, she wasn't getting an apprentice. Even if she was probably one of the few who wasn't sick... one of the few who KNEW how to hunt. She was only thinking this now as she smelled loner-stench heading towards camp. She snarled bitterly, dragging her tired paws to the barely pile-like kill pile. She added her three rabbits to the two left, and flinched, imagining another stupid kit running out of no where and eating up her hard worked food, only to have Twilightstar name it a chosen kit. Chosen to ruin their clan. They'd been getting sick ever since she had those other kits- and the one that looked almost like that cursed Blackkit. Her ears flicked back with distrust.

Her eyes then landed on Silentpaw. Oh right... Mid-.... Goldenmoon had gotten an apprentice. A spoiled rotten one- didn't even think about the fact they needed warriors, just caterwauled until he got to be a Medicine cat. She snorted, but was at least glad that the cat was a clan cat. Fullblooded and all. Restless, she looked around camp. "Where oh where is Twilightstar?" She mewled, trotting slowly up the moor, towards the outlook rock. With sick apprentices and Warriors, no one could watch from the rock. Everyone was busy or sick or LOST. She help back a growl as she padded up the large rock. When she got to the edge- designed for an apprentice but she was thin enough [as Leafbare came into play] to balance on it.

Her eyes searched the moor and in the distance she saw the pawful of pelts. Her pelt prickled. They weren't all pelts she had seen before. She opened her maw and nearly yowled out across the moor, nearly demanding at Twilightstar when she picked out the familiar pelt, to hurry up and get back to camp. She was needed, everyone was! She didn't want to scare away all the prey. Her tail lashed feverishly and she nearly lost her balance.

((snowpatch will have her form posted soon. she also has a table... i'm just... have too many things I must DOOOO))

[Shadewing]

Brighteye, after tripping over kits on her way out, rushed towards the camp. She listened for prey - knowing the clan needed it, and knowing that there were going to be two new warriors and a handful of kits joining the clan soon. She heard a bush rustling ahead, and slowed to a stop quickly, taking in the scent. A rabbit. She licked her muzzle, and moved forward. At the last moment, the rabbit noticed her, but she was already pouncing. With a bite, she killed it. Then, without dropping it from her jaws, she continued.

The taste of the rabbit seeped into her mouth, making her hungry, but she didn't eat any. There were others who needed this rabbit more than she did. Brighteye neared the camp and sped up once more, until she was inside the clearing. She dropped her prey in the fresh kill pile, noticing there were only five other rabbits in the pile. The prey was low, because there wasn't nearly enough cats able to hunt for the clan. It saddened her.

Brighteye saw Snowpatch standing on the large rock, at the edge, the area only apprentices could fit - usually. Then, she went over what she had to say in her mind. There were two new warriors joining the clan, along with kits. There would be naming ceremonies soon. Twilightstar was alright, and she'd be here soon. She was unhappy about the chaos and death in the clan. Alright. With slight hesitation, Brighteye yowled.

"All cats old enough to catch their own prey please gather here in the clearing." She wasn't leader, the words sounded funny coming out of her mouth. She wasn't even the deputy - who sometimes could call clan meetings if the need was great enough. She was just a warrior, but she'd had permission, she reminded herself. Twilightstar told her to do it.

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Nothing, and I mean nothing, could agitated Snowpatch more that a voice she wasn't used to, calling a meeting out of no where, and scaring the life out of her. She nearly fell off of the Outlook Rock, but scratched at the rock in an attempt to reposition herself fast enough that when she was going to fall she just kicked off with her hind legs and landed neatly on the ground. Her short black fur was still ruffled, but she didn't let that bother her. She gave Brighteye a curious look- she didn't hate Brighteye. Brighteye was a loyal Windclan cat, just like her.

There was nothing wrong with that. She didn't even mind having to gather around Brighteye, because it was better than Twilightstar at this point. She blinked her warm, nice yellow eyes at the cat, but said nothing. The few cats that weren't sick or on patrol also gathered around. It wasn't a lot of cats. Her ears flicked."What's this about now?" she mewled, her tail curling around her paws. She had her suspicions.

"Why isn't Twilightstar here to give the news?" She sounded a bit more pleased than she should have- but she was starting to be sure that Twilightstar wasn't even a full Windclan cat. There was no way. Even if her blood said so, her heart that pumped that blood wasn't even half Windclan anymore. She flicked her ear, attempting to ignore the fact that she really could just go hunt down her leader and give her a good slash across the face.

She stayed alert for now though. Her black pelt quivered, as she waited. She was exhausted and it was starting to get cold out now. She knew the clan was going to have a really tough Leafbare. Her eyes shifted for a moment to the freshkill pile, and judging from the scent on Brighteye, she had hunted a little on her way here. Good, she'd gotten some prey. They needed every smousedung- Windclan was used to being lean, but not dying of starvation...

[Shadewing]

It pained her to see how few cats could muster in the camp. However, they answered the call, and even though she heard questioning mutters and saw confused stares, they still came. It was strange, to say the least. As the last able cat came into the claring, Snowpatch spoke up.

"What's this about now? Why isn't Twilightstar here to give the news?" She demanded. Well, Brighteye knew those were questions every cat in the clearing wanted to have the answer to. So, she took a few breaths. It was still strange. Was this how Twilightstar felt, when the clan gathered, all eyes on her? They gazed at her expectantly, and she gave her chest a few licks self-consiously. Then, she looked up at the rest of them to tell them her news.

"Twilightstar is in our old camp, back from her journey." Brighteye meowed. "She sent me to send word to the rest of you. She is unhappy that here has been so many deaths. She also tells me to tell all of you that, because we are low on warriors and apprentices, she is bringing in two new warriors and kits." Brighteye took a quick breath. "When she arrives, they will have their naming ceremonies." She mewed, taking a few breaths at the end. Brighteye fluffed her fur out against the cold that she began to feel.

[Shadewing]

It pained her to see how few cats could muster in the camp. However, they answered the call, and even though she heard questioning mutters and saw confused stares, they still came. It was strange, to say the least. As the last able cat came into the claring, Snowpatch spoke up.

"What's this about now? Why isn't Twilightstar here to give the news?" She demanded. Well, Brighteye knew those were questions every cat in the clearing wanted to have the answer to. So, she took a few breaths. It was still strange. Was this how Twilightstar felt, when the clan gathered, all eyes on her? They gazed at her expectantly, and she gave her chest a few licks self-consiously. Then, she looked up at the rest of them to tell them her news.

"Twilightstar is in our old camp, back from her journey." Brighteye meowed. "She sent me to send word to the rest of you. She is unhappy that here has been so many deaths. She also tells me to tell all of you that, because we are low on warriors and apprentices, she is bringing in two new warriors and kits." Brighteye took a quick breath. "When she arrives, they will have their naming ceremonies." She mewed, taking a few breaths at the end. Brighteye fluffed her fur out against the cold that she began to feel.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=white] Cat-x: Snowpatch Notes-x: Done. Wordcount-x: 203 Not a soul could be more angry. Her pelt prickled, as she feared the worst. Those rogues were coming to join her precious, precious clan. They would destroy the Warrior code! They had no clan blood! They couldn't be clan cats. She blinked her eyes, and nodded shortly. "Twilightstar is a fool," she whispered. "Do these cats know how to hunt rabbits?" She demanded in a louder voice, her coat quivering under the strength of her anger. She would give up all of her rabbit paws to see Twilightstar get replaced. Starclan had to do something! They would starve if these cats came to their camp! Especially if they didn't know how to hunt. It was getting colder out, leafbare was here. And with leafbare came snow, and white rabbit coats. It would be harder to hunt. She wanted to yowl at the stars for allowing them to do this. Her clan... She stood up, turning so her side faced Brighteye. "...I better go look for more rabbits," she growled. Last thing she wanted to do was go on another hunting patrol. "Someone make sure the kits, elders and the sick get fed before our new clanmates get here. Starclan forbid we get more Blackkits."

[Shadewing]

Brighteye watched the whole group of cats. Some had begun to murmur amongst themselves, confused and curious. She caught some of them, many about kitty pets, and how they’d be too soft and would probably die by the disease anyway. Then, Snowpatch whispered something, but she hadn’t caught what had been said. Then, she spoke up, louder this time.

”Do these cats know how to hunt rabbits?” She’d demanded. Well, Brighteye didn’t know for sure, but she could probably guess that they couldn’t. It wouldn’t do to lie, or prolong her answer, seeing how all the eyes had returned to gaze upon her gray pelt once more. She took a deep breath before she spoke again, trying to choose her words carefully.

“I do not believe they know how to hunt. However, they have many kits among them that will soon be able to help us, and once they are free of their kits, they too can learn how to hunt like the rest of us. There is no reason that they can not learn, if they do not know how to already.” She said slowly, her eyes moving from cat to cat as she spoke, unconsciously, to end her speech landing upon Snowpatch, the one who asked the question.

“Does that tell you what you wish to know?” She meowed calmly, as if they were discussing the border patrol instead of non-Clan cats joining their ranks. Then, Snowpatch stood, announcing that she was going to go hunting again, because they needed to keep the clans fed. Then, she addressed her scorn towards their new coming clan mates.

”Someone make sure the kits, elders, and the sick get fed before our new clanmates get here. Starclan forbid we get more Blackkits” She brought up old wounds, and some cats hissed softly. None of them had forgotten that particular battle. She didn’t think any of the kits of black shading, but she hadn’t really been paying attention to their color. She hoped for their sakes that they weren’t – they really were a good lot, when you ignored their upbringing.

“I’ll come with you, Snowpatch.” Brighteye said, acknowledging her clanmates’ decision. After all, two noses were better than one, right?

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=white] Cat-x: Snowpatch Notes-x: Hunting yay! Continue in a new thread, maybe after your post? Wordcount-x: 245 Riight. The kits could become apprentices and help us, and then they could teach the queens too. She wondered how old these kits were, and if they'd be useful at all. If they were only a couple of moons old, they'd have to go through the hardest Leafbare ever. Was she the only cat with sense? She said nothing, her black marking across her forhead creasing down over her golden eyes with annoyance. She didn't answer the other Warrior, trying not to start a fight or something. She could have torn apart someone's ear right now though. Twilightstar included. "I'll come with you, Snowpatch." She smiled a little, feeling better. Brighteye wasn't a dumb cat, she was just being loyal to her leader, instead of her clan. Okay, whatever. She would still hunt with her, and that would be nice. "How about we head towards the Highstones?" It wasn't that she wanted to hunt near the Highstones, she just didn't want to run into Twilightstar and the kits and queens. Starclan knew how many there were. She silently padded out of the dip in the moor, taking a deep breath of the crisp air, and glanced back at the other she-cat, awaiting an answer. The Leafbare breeze blew gently across the frozen-dew grass of her home, ruffling her fur and making her shiver. She loved Windclan though, no matter how could it got.

[Shadewing]

Brighteye thought it was common sense, unlike Snowpatch. They desperately needed more warriors and apprentices, or their clan would be next to dead, which they already were. There were too many mouths to feed and not enough paws out there catching the prey. Goldenmoon couldn't be everywhere, and she had to get herbs to help fight off the sickness. While she was gone, anything could happen. An apprentice could help her, or could free up a warrior to be able to go do those jobs. Sure, it meant that Windclan wasn't "pure" anymore. Oh well. Starclan didn't mind, else they'd have sent a sign, and in many moons, no one would even notice that there had been cats that weren't Windclan born in the clan.

Snowpatch smiled as she offered to hunt. Well, she probably was glad that she wouldn't have to catch and carry everything that the clan would need. As she'd said earlier, two noses were better than one. Together, they'd get more and the clan would be a little better off than they were currently, even though with leaf bare coming on, it'd be harder. She hoped that the clan could get through the leaf bare without everyone getting extremely weak. If that happened, they'd be run off their land by the other clans because they wouldn't be able to defend them.

"Sure, we can go to the Highstones." Brighteye agreed, following the cat as she walked out into the moor. As she emerged from their more sheltered camp, a gust of wind blew into her, chilling her for a moment. That was how it was, out here on the moor. It was so beautiful during new leaf, though. Living here, even at the expense of it being so freezing cold, was worth it. She loved her clan, loved her leader, loved the land.

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[Shadewing]

Who: Twilightstar
Notes: Snowpatch, could you please leave the clan? We'd be better off without your ready scorn.
Word Count: 243

Twilightstar's grey pelt lurched forward, having stopped and listened to Brighteye's announcement. She flicked her tail in annoyance. The other cats had followed, but they weren't there yet. She stepped up to her two warriors. "Brioghteye, " she acknowledged, " you did well." Her gaze shifted to Snowpatch. She was a loyal cat to the clan, but sometimes, Twilightstar thought, the clan could do without her. "Back in camp. Both of you." Her voice was hard and cold as she spoke to her black and white warrior. She shifted her blue gaze to Brighteye again, and meowed, her voice softening. "Hunting can wait for another time. I must speak to everyone in the clan, even if it means delaying hunting." Her blue eyes looked to Snowpatch once again, and she gave a small hiss of disgust as she flicked her tail and started into the camp, her tail twitching irritably.

The rabbits can wait. These rogus are not kittypets, and they know how to care for themselves. They came from a rogue clan. No doubt they had learned to hunt an fight to an extent.

She eyed the clearing warily, her gaze turning from anger and annoyance to sadness and despair. Her clan was b eing diminished, and she could do nothing about it but welcome Rogues into the clan. Her light gray tabby pelt jumped on to the highledge, her clan already gathered around. She took a deep breath.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=black] Cat: Brighteye Notes: Why can't everyone just get along? =( Words: 259 Brighteye was about to follow Snowpatch out when Twilightstar stopped them. She cut them off, flicking her tail in annoyance. Twilightstar acknowledged her annoucement, telling her she did good. Brighteye dipped her head in pleasure and in thanks. Then, she looked to Snowpatch and told the two of them to return to camp. Brighteye was confused - they needed to get food for the clan, they would starve without it. They could miss the warrior namings, well, Snowpatch could, she couldn't. She was going to be mentoring Sanctuarykit, she rememebered. Her voice was hard when she spoke towards Snowpatch - but then again - she hadn't seemed thrilled at all that there would be more cats joining their ranks, those that were not of Windclan blood. Brighteye wanted to live in peace, to keep Windclan alive. Sure, she could fight, but she'd rather have peace and kindness over anything. Then, Twilightstar spoke to her with a soft voice, much kinder than she had to Snowpatch. She hissed in disgust at Snowpatch, softly, and after giving her last words to Brighteye, walked back into camp. Brighteye followed at her flanks, watching her tail twitch side to side in irritation. She stopped a respectful distance from her leader, who scanned the clearing before leaping to the highledge. The cats in the clearing quieted out of habit, their eyes being drawn to their leader at the top of the highledge. She knew how it felt to be scrutinized by their gaze, and did not envy her it. She took a deep breath.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=#de1919] Kit - Silvetongue/Lillith/Sometimes Angie and kits Words - 267 Notes - Is this my fault? :c Silvertongue looked at Snowpatch. She knew this she-cat had her doubts, but Silvertongue was trained to be stealthy, even during kitting. She sat down next to her sister, and the four kits who danced around them. Hollykit bounded over to Snowpatch, her vlue eyes shining. "Hi there! Why are you so grumpy?" She asked innocently. Angie shot over, picking up her kit. "Sorry, sorry." She mumbled, moving Hollykit away. She scolded her gently, telling her not to be rude to her clan mates. Silvertongue sighed. She walked over to Snowpatch. "You may think we live as pampered kittypets, but I've lived a dark, dangerous life. Even when I was carrying my kits, Crueleye insisted I hunt and fight, whilst my sister had to learn the ways of medicine cat without help. And our kits, they have been trained from 4 moons, and they are weak, and small, for not being at their mothers side for as long as they should." She said narrowing her eyes. "I don't know what you do with your queens when they reach a certain size, but I was not treated as a queen, I was treated as a minion, a soldier, and don't you forget that." [Silvertongue got kinda peed off towards the end ]

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[Shadewing]

Who: Twilightstar the Proud
Word Count: 552
Notes: Wow, I got MUSED!

"First off," she spoke, her scar growing lighter in the dying light. Her pelt glowed warm grey, as well, but her eyes were calm, collected, and knowing. "I had received a sign from StarClan, and I shot off, without letting anyone know. I know it was wroing, but I was so afraid. It concerned a past clanmate of ours, some of you liked, but a select few, " she stared hrd at Snowpatch again, "did not approve of her blood being here. Many of you might recognize who I speak of.

"I went to check on Blackpaw, formerly known as Blackkit when she was here in WindClan. The dream showed me her life went out, and her memory faded because of something unbeknownst to us. StarClan did not show me what would happen to her, but it sent a chill down my formerely warm spine. Even as I curled my warm life filled body around her, I say her die in my paws. I went into ShadowClan territory, knowing it was against the code, but for it to be of help to a clan and our former clan-mate.

"I found her training with Crowstar, and spoke with him and her, until Sandfire showed up. My rivalry with her resurfaced, but it did not get into a full blown fang and claw fight. Just verbal. I told them all of the message, and was told to leave. Being as I was of another clan, I left willingly, but not without remorse that there was nothing I could do."

Her blue gaze fell upon all her clan as she finished, and then went on. "But on a higher note, we have some ceremonies to perform. My daughter is now six moons old. Her littermates and den mates should be with her now, even if some were not yet old enough to become apprenticed. Sanctuarykit, please, step forward."

The black pelted, burning amber eyed she-kit stepped forward proudly, her pelt ruffled against the cold. Twilightstar spoke on, her voice chanting the old words. "From now on, you will be known as Sanctuarypaw. Brighteye will be your mentor. I have spoken with her and she has shown me she will be able to pass on her skills to you." The newly named Sanctuarypaw stepped over to her mentor, and touched her nose to her's. Then, Twilightstar continued more.

"We have some new queens, and I will introduce the first right now. Angie, step forward." (I was sure I played Angie on the old site.... Ah, it's up to you, but I'll control her in this post if you don't mind.) The orange tabby queen stepped forward, her swollen belly close to dragging the ground. "StarClan, you know this cat by name, and I now ask you strip away her old name, for it no longer fits who she is. She is now a warrior of WindClan, training under all our eyes, and soon to bear kits. This cat shall now be known as Leafsong, in honour of her pelt, which shines like the leaves in Leaffall, and her spirit, which sings like a bird."

Her gray pelt flashed down, and she touiched Leafsong's nose, and Leafsong instinctively licked her soulder, and backed up, her eyes shining. "Lillith, please step forward."

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=white] Cat-x: Snowpatch Notes-x: D==;__; what the HECK? This was going to be more angry, but since you guys posted so much without me noticing I didn't get time for her witty come backs. But anger will come later. Bitter-depression for now I guess. Wordcount-x: 865 - Who has muse, Twilly? ;] Snowpatch, as she reached the top of the moors- SOMEHOW had not noticed Twilightstar or the rogues. Shaming herself for not noticing them sooner, she dipped her head accordingly to her leader and didn't make even a single motion to the new cats- not because she was ignoring them or anything, but because she knew her attention should have been focused on her leader. Even if she didn't agree, even if the rabbits couldn't wait. Her gray-pelted leader snapped at her- for something she no doubly 'deserved' for having an opinion. The hiss perhaps was her first warning, that if she acted like an individual again, she would be in big trouble. Because Windclan needed to act like a single cat as the shoved more little kits to be Twilightstar's minion's some day. Foxdung, mousebreained, kittypet thieving tyrant, she thought with a bitter sadness, wishing she could do something. It wasn't fair, she never got a say! She followed her leader into camp slowly. Soon she was met by rogues on her side- and of course, that meant trouble. Just because of Twilightstar, they would think she was a trouble starting, evil warrior. Dear Starclan... A small looking kit padded over to her side, mewling in a cute kit voice, and she prodded her memory of the warrior code to try and act nice back to the small thing. It would be... unfair... For her to judge them. Even though they weren't Windclan blood, and the clan would starve. She really doubted they knew how to hunt rabbits, and that was all they had. "Wouldn't you be grumpy if-" She tried to answer the kit's question in a soft, bitter-sweet voice, when Angie stopped the kit and moved away- and Silvertongue replaced them. Somehow, this wasn't going to end well. She got a nice firm scolding from a cat who thought she was probably all ready deputy or something, and her ears flicked back in annoyance. Oh, so they were soldiers? Good, they'd fit right in with Twilightstar. She needed more minions. Her yellow eyes that were locked on the silver cat with yellow eyes, suddenly shifted away- and she raced over next to the one cat she could bother sitting next to- the cat who she wanted to be hunting with now. She plonked down next to the other silver tabby, this one with blue eyes, and licked down the fur on her shoulder, not looking at Brighteye, or anyone else for that matter. Twilightstar started to explain herself. Blackpaw. She held back a resentful hiss, going as far to bite on her tongue slightly. She did not look back when Twilightstar glared at her- obviously it was not her place to be defiant. Obviously, she had to be a good cat. Oh right, Sancuarypaw was now old enough to be apprenticed. Of course. So who would get her? Certainly not Snowpatch, since, well, she wasn't a good enough loyal Windclan cat with enough experience or training or anything. She'd never ever trained a cat before, probably because of the Blackpaw outburst. This bothered her: her leader couldn't look past their difference in opinion. Was there ever a time she had hurt another cat in Windclan for thinking differently? No! She never even let a paw on Blackpaw. Still, she said nothing, only watched in dulled bitter sadness as the new cats got named. She had no choice now. They would be her clanmates, but they could never earn her trust. Ever. They weren't kittypets. Kittypets would just be stupid and mess up a lot and eat all their food. They were rogues. The most dangerous non-clan blood. Her paws dug into the ground as hard as they could, her claws unsheathing against her will. Her yellow eyes closed and she lowered her head even more, her tail curling around her paws. She shouldn't have thought about him, but Starclan- how couldn't she have? Her brother was dead because of them- not that her clanmates knew, no one knew why she resented them so much. She wished she had someone to tell, but no one wanted her there, causing such a fuss over their new clanmates. Half of them were happy for the new arrivals, the other half were just believing in Twilightstar to do the right thing... Or, of course, keeping the peace. Snowpatch still said nothing, listening to the cat who told her off, go up to get her warrior name. She would never trust them. She would sleep with one eye open, terrified, and her leader would hate her for doing it. For having an opinion. And she would have to take the punishments for her quick temper and irrational fears. And she would have to suffer through it. She hoped she could go to the barn and hunt in a way of getting back, but her clan needed her too much. She couldn't say anything yet, not in the middle of the ceremony, but of course, she would have to do SOMETHING...

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=#de1919] Kit - Silvetongue Words - 207 Notes - Angie was yours Twilly xD Squee! Hey... I feel kinda funny DDD= Silvertongue walked forward. She knew what was coming, but then, she felt something funny in her stomach. She blinked, looking down. Blood. Blood was seeping from her. The she-cat started to panic, her golden eyes sweeping through the clan, pleading for help. Her silverfur was turning a slight shade of pink now, the blood was being absorbed. She tried to stay still, losing her temper over the white she-cat, the journey: it had all taken it's toll on her birthing. Silvertongue stood up, she could feel the kits coming. "Twilight... Twilightstar!" She gasped, collapsing onto the floor. "My kits... They are too early!" She caterwauled. Leaffall rushed over to her side, looking over her sister. Being trained - somehow - with the ways of a medicine cat, she assessed the situation. "Where is your clan Medicine Cat?" She yowled, her four kits hiding behind Snowpatch, mewling in fear as their aunt came into kitting.

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