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Post by LightningStar:MoonR:LightS on Sept 20, 2005 12:32:24 GMT -5
"Come on, Firepaw! We're almost there!" cried Silentstorm, the unofficial leader of the patrol from ShadowClan sent out moons ago to find new territory. "Siletstorm... I'm to pawsore! I can't make it!" shouted the young apprentice. A pretty brown tabby she-cat nudged him. "Come on, Firepaw, you can make it," she meowed. "You're right, Gingerfur! I can!" The black and orange cat bounded down a hill in the frosty weather, and stopped in front of a beautiful rock coated in ice. "Wow! THIS will be ours?" Another cross warrior named Browntail berated him. "What do you think? No... it couldn't be the RiverClan cat's territory. And I should be leader of this Clan. It will be called BrownClan!" Gingerfur shook her head. "No, Browntail. We will vote." The cry was simultaneous, except for Browntail's voice. "Silentstorm! Silentstorm! Silentstoooorrrmmm!"
g2g, finish later...
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