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Post by -->swiftstar on Mar 29, 2009 13:22:39 GMT -5
Swiftstar stretched her long legs and made her way out of the den and into the snow. She squinted her blue eyes against the bright white snow. The glare made her eyes burn.
Her deformed leg hung at a stump at her side as she plodded around, sniffing the fresh-kill pile for food. She found none. Sighing, she decided to call a meeting. Hopefully, Cloverpelt would send out some hunting patrols before she starved to death!
Swiftstar hadn't eaten since two sunrises ago. She'd gone to the Starpool yesterday to share tongues with StarClan. She'd asked if this place was truly where StarClan wanted them to be. She heavily doubted whether it was, since she'd never really liked Firestar the Great himself. He acted too perfect, from the stories she'd heard at least.
She leaped on the Whispering Tree and yowled the familiar summons that Firestar had probably used as well. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey, join here beneath the Whispering Tree for a Clan meeting!"
Swiftstar sat on her haunches and waited for her Clan to gather beneath her.
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Post by . creekstar * on Mar 29, 2009 17:03:45 GMT -5
[ the whispering tree is the meeting place... it has its own board for meetings ]
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Post by -->swiftstar on Mar 30, 2009 17:19:55 GMT -5
[thanks, I'm stupid like that. xD]
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