-Wildclan-
"So, any new news or gossip? Runningbrook is being scary to me again." Voidpaw shivered.

-Murkclan-
Thornheart muttered something along the lines of "I hate everything."

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Shatteredmoon walked out of the warrior cats den and stretched her long legs.She saw Burningstar and thornheart....Thornheart didn't look happy.She went to go check the kill pile.She picked up a Sparrow

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"Well," Burningstar shook his head, chuckling. "Not everything should be hated, but I suppose everyone has their own view on life."

"Nope. Like I said, the last few days have been boring. And what's so scary about Runningbrook?" She teased, poking him with her tail tip.

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She decided to eat it near the medicine cat's den.She walks over and sits down.Carfully she eats the sparrow

Thornheart huffed again and shifted so she faced Burningstar. "So, you know my history. Obviously life is horrible. But, as long as I am of service to the clan, I suppose my life is worth it."

Voidpaw shivered. "Do you even know? He just glares at me the whole time and I don't even know where I went wrong."

Burningstar nodded in approval. "We shall have another gathering soon, I hope. New blood in the clan would be good." He touched his nose to her ear, showing his affection for his clanmate, even if she was rather... grumpy.


"Maybe you did do something wrong," she mewed, laughing.

MurkClan: Goldendust approached the duo, purring. "I personally hate many things. Mud, for example. It is s very logical thing to hate. Bugs." Her flecks of gold shifted as she stretched again, sore from being balled up in the nursery.

WildClan: Windfall gripped the coltsfoot tightly until it leaked into her mouth. With a slight cough she returned to her den, limping and beaten. Crumblingstar shouldn't have gone. It wasn't his time. She blinked her green eyes up at the vanishing stars of the morning. Barely visible. They hadn't spoken to her in a long time. "Please, give me answers. Give me a vision. This path is blurry, and I need to know....." The blue tabby set the coltsfoot on the pile and nudged poppy seeds back into a group as well. Someone had been nosing around again.

BlizzardClan: Owlstar, in a fluid motion, leapt atop a boulder jutting from the snow. Her thick fur kept her from slipping. She watched with a purr as cats awoke and began their daily routines.

He purred as the queen arrived. "Good afternoon, Goldendust. And yes, those are logical things to hate, aren't they? And what do you think of Thornheart's irrational hating of everything?"

Thornheart hissed and flinched away. "Dun touch meh." She then settled down respectfully. "Gatherings, gatherings. Wildclan is up to something again, I bet."

Voidpaw glanced at her. "I don't know! That's the problem! So, I'm being the good little apprentice I am, avoiding fights, hunting, doing my job, and then he comes and just glares at me."