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Post by FIRESTRIPE ❥ on Aug 19, 2009 12:51:34 GMT -8
This large fallen tree has been the home of the honourable retired warriors or those who have become to old to serve. The Nests are changed often, and prey is brought by apprentices before anyone else eats. The tange of branches shelters the often grouchy old cats from the elements, or an easy attack.
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Post by FIRESTRIPE ❥ on Oct 24, 2009 7:33:46 GMT -8
Sapphiresong stirred in her next, she felt her empty belly, cold and dirty bedding. Her fur was full of ticks, all scraggly. She lay her head on her paws in exhaustion. The apprentices had forgotten about her, they had not been taking care of her. She knew she would die if no one feed her, she had not eaten for a long time, she could barley move. She croaked a mew, she needed help. Neglected. Neglected. She had no clue what was going on with the clan. She needed a medicine cat. Neglected. Neglected. Neglected... |
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