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Every rose has it's thorn.
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Soon the pale moonlight began to soak and chill her fur, so Rosepaw decided it was best to go inside. She'd need the rest for training tomorrow anyway. She padded inside to see Tigerpaw already curled up in his nest and Littlepaw settling down not far off. Rosepaw's nest was cast away from the rest of her denmates simply because she felt uncomfortable when their furs were pressed up against hers. That and she didn't like talking to them. They all seemed to be enjoying themselves far too much. She padded to the back of the den where he nest lay and curled up, soon drifting off into sleep.
ＳＫＹＰＯＮＤ
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It's unnatural to be near someone you love
and not hold them now and then.
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Skypond returned to camp with two tiny and skinny mice. Leafbare never brought good hunting or plump prey, but the warrior was just glad she caught what she did. It would feed the elders and the queens, at least. She placed them on the pile before yawning. The camp was reasonably empty as Puddlestar and a vast majority of the Clan were out at the gathering, although they should be back any moment. She padded across to the warriors' den and disappeared inside, sniffing out her nest in amongst the gloom and curling up among the moss. She closed her eyes gently and wrapped her tail over her nose, soon drifting into a peaceful sleep.
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My heart is a wolf ruled by two moons; one
which beckons me back into the night, but
the other is calling me home.
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Nightwing padded through the territory, mind drifting just as the clouds above him drifted across the moonlit sky. The blue-black tuxedo padded through the shadows that made him practically invisible at first glance, only his pale green eyes would give him away. The tom sighed. The reason he'd came out into the territory and away from camp is because he needed time to himself. He often did. He couldn't go a single day without thinking of his brother back at the farm, and how much he missed him. That stupid quarrel had forced them apart. Nightwing always questioned his own loyalties, unsure whether he would put his Clan before his brother, if he ever saw him again. He wondered whether his brother missed him too, and often needed time away from the farm to think about how sorry he was. Maybe his brother was even out there, miles away from home, searching for him..
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╔════════════════════════.♚.══╗
Adventure must start with running away
from home.
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Tigerpaw was sleeping soundly. He'd said goodnight to Rosepaw who'd been sat outside, but just received a grunt in reply. The she cat was always so prickly unless she was having a good day, which was hardly ever. The flame-ginger tabby apprentice dreamed of the usual, chasing fat mice and his warrior ceremony. He even dreamed of his leader ceremony where he'd become a Tigerstar, leader of StoneClan. Being given his lives by past cats of the Clan, then being given his ninth life by Puddlestar himself.
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Every rose has it's thorn.
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Soon the pale moonlight began to soak and chill her fur, so Rosepaw decided it was best to go inside. She'd need the rest for training tomorrow anyway. She padded inside to see Tigerpaw already curled up in his nest and Littlepaw settling down not far off. Rosepaw's nest was cast away from the rest of her denmates simply because she felt uncomfortable when their furs were pressed up against hers. That and she didn't like talking to them. They all seemed to be enjoying themselves far too much. She padded to the back of the den where he nest lay and curled up, soon drifting off into sleep.
ＳＫＹＰＯＮＤ
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╔════════════════════════.♚.══╗
It's unnatural to be near someone you love
and not hold them now and then.
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Skypond returned to camp with two tiny and skinny mice. Leafbare never brought good hunting or plump prey, but the warrior was just glad she caught what she did. It would feed the elders and the queens, at least. She placed them on the pile before yawning. The camp was reasonably empty as Puddlestar and a vast majority of the Clan were out at the gathering, although they should be back any moment. She padded across to the warriors' den and disappeared inside, sniffing out her nest in amongst the gloom and curling up among the moss. She closed her eyes gently and wrapped her tail over her nose, soon drifting into a peaceful sleep.
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╔════════════════════════.♚.══╗
My heart is a wolf ruled by two moons; one
which beckons me back into the night, but
the other is calling me home.
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Nightwing padded through the territory, mind drifting just as the clouds above him drifted across the moonlit sky. The blue-black tuxedo padded through the shadows that made him practically invisible at first glance, only his pale green eyes would give him away. The tom sighed. The reason he'd came out into the territory and away from camp is because he needed time to himself. He often did. He couldn't go a single day without thinking of his brother back at the farm, and how much he missed him. That stupid quarrel had forced them apart. Nightwing always questioned his own loyalties, unsure whether he would put his Clan before his brother, if he ever saw him again. He wondered whether his brother missed him too, and often needed time away from the farm to think about how sorry he was. Maybe his brother was even out there, miles away from home, searching for him..
ＴＩＧＥＲＰＡＷ
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╔════════════════════════.♚.══╗
Adventure must start with running away
from home.
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Tigerpaw was sleeping soundly. He'd said goodnight to Rosepaw who'd been sat outside, but just received a grunt in reply. The she cat was always so prickly unless she was having a good day, which was hardly ever. The flame-ginger tabby apprentice dreamed of the usual, chasing fat mice and his warrior ceremony. He even dreamed of his leader ceremony where he'd become a Tigerstar, leader of StoneClan. Being given his lives by past cats of the Clan, then being given his ninth life by Puddlestar himself.
