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Post by Splash on Oct 24, 2011 20:29:33 GMT -5
Flamestar turned and left for BogClan territory, having left the few remaining cats at camp. She assumed that she would meet Maplestar on the border after the other clan had left. She wondered how many CliffClan cats were left. CliffClan had suffered the most, from the disease. She couldn't help feeling a bit bad, for it had been BogClan that had started the disease in the forest. Socrates..... She, in a way, couldn't wait for her talk with Maplestar. Maybe their clans would do well together, until they had grown strong.
Since both clans hadn't many cats, hunting wouldn't be as hard, and each would have a big amount of space. More so, if they chose to share territorys. CliffClan hunting grounds were a bit more rich, and BogClan wouldn't do horribly on them. But, she was thinking ahead. First, she must talk wit Maplestar. She settled down in the small shrubs, after masking her scent, and cloaking her pelt with mud, so and cats who hadn't left the clearing, wouldn't know of their silent observer.
OOC: I'm gonna pretend, that there are like three-six BogClan cats, that other people will eventually create. |
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