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Post by Froststar on Nov 6, 2006 0:59:35 GMT -5
Froststar bounded up to the Highrock her heavily muscled flanks shimmering in the half-light of sunset. She surveyed the FrostClan camp and smiled to herself all of the warriors, kits and apprentices were looking healthy. FrostClan was going to make a strong appearance at this Gathering, they needed to. Chuckling to herself she watched a young juvenile rogue sprint out of the camp entrance, that had been a mos satisfying and informative conversation. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather under the Highrock for a clan meeting!" she bellowed.
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Post by ~Snowstar~ on Nov 6, 2006 1:28:21 GMT -5
StrongClaw yowled loudly, showing his support and enthusiasm towards Froststar. He adored her way of thinking and doing things; he couldn't even imagine what she had planned for the evening ahead.
He bounded towards the Highrock and stood sturdily underneath it. He gazed up at his leader, grinning slyly and wondering would would happen at this Gathering which would surely be to remember.
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Post by Froststar on Nov 8, 2006 1:44:09 GMT -5
OOC: Slightly strange...))
"FrostClan! Tonight we must show no fear and we must appear strong!" Froststar yelled. "Give nothing away, appear as if we are planning nothing!" "Our day will come!" She leapt down from the Highrock and stalked through the entrance to the camp.
To the Gathering!!
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Post by ~Snowstar~ on Nov 9, 2006 23:59:18 GMT -5
Strongclaw's eyes narrowed. What on earth was his great leader up to? He laughed to himself and then set off swiftly, after her.
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Post by Whisperstar on Nov 25, 2006 2:09:54 GMT -5
Morningscar watched Frostsar's showy prossestion from the edge of the crowd. They had all endured her way of thinking, and her actions. The other Clans would not be preparhed, despite all the rumors that leaked through to Gatherings. Nothing would prepare them.
The huge tabby left with his Clan.
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