NorthClan (warrior cats)

[Fiddle]

"That's the thing." Friskstar said, leaning closer to Mosseye's face. "I'm not going to risk your pelt, or my pelt, or anyone elses pelt to go on a wild goose chase with them to find another territory." He looked skyward. "If only they had gone further south. or west for starclans sake!" His eyes returned to Mosseyes, still dull and stressed. "Thats why I'm not going to touch the situation yet. They might decide to leave on their own."

[opti-mism]

Mosseyes pressed against him. "Don't worry. Starclan knows what they are doing." she whispered, looking into his eyes. "They will keep us safe. I would risk my pelt to keep the clan safe. If it means the loss of my life, for everyone else to live, i would sacrafice myself. But i think that they will leave on their own, once their territory can't support them."

[Fiddle]

Friskstar flicked his tail, seeing that he wouldnt be able to sway her perspective.

[opti-mism]

Mosseyes looked at him. "But if it does come down to fighting, i will fight by your side." she said softly, her green eyes shining.

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Brierpaw padded back to camp and placed her kills on the pile. She picked out the scrawny rabbit her mentor caught and started to eat

Stormpaw walked towards his sister and grabbed a bird, he laid down next to Brierpaw

[Fiddle]

Frisktstar twiched his ears and looked away. "I know." He gave his chest fur a lick. "I've got to prepare the clan."

[opti-mism]

Mosseyes nodded, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. She hesitated, then nuzzled him softly. "good luck." she said, then turned and walked over near a rocky outcrop, out of the deep snow.

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Sparrowflight walked out of the warriors den, cursing himself for sleeping late, he made his way towards the forest getting ready to hunt. He decided against it, he walked over the snow, sitting near the warriors den

[Fiddle]

Friskstar watched her go and sighed, then blinked at his clan. "I'm going to make monsters." He muttered and rubbed his eyes with his paw.

(It's time, moondancer im going to pm you the "scene")

[opti-mism]

Mosseyes sat under the outcrop of the warriors den, eating a small fish, halfheartedly. She didn't know what to do. Love was difficult, and she didn't understand it half the time.