🍃Secrets of Spruce🌲 (On-Site Warrior Cat RP)
Posted 2024-06-05 07:49:22 (edited)
??? "She may leave as soon as she has the confidence" The grey she-cat told him calmly. She had always been hard to anger. "I am Fogwatcher" She informed him. Would the brown tom recognise her name? Fogwatcher had been part of SpruceClan before the fog caught her, but she never died. Her fur blended the green-eyed she-cat and protected her from being seen by the creatures that lurked the deadly perimeter. Studying the apprentice, Fogwatcher suddenly realised who it was. Splinterkit? She thought. Probably Splinterpaw now! Completely fine! |
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Posted 2024-06-05 07:55:00
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Posted 2024-06-05 08:01:53
Fogwatcher "Wondered if you would remember me!" She purred. It was Splinterpaw! "I don't know what puts them in a trance... If you truly remember me, you would know not to ask me that..." Her voice trailed off. Fogwatcher was also a victim of one of those trances. Luckily for the grey she-cat, she blended in with the fog. Would the young apprentice know this? Was the brown tom told of the event of her 'death'? |
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Posted 2024-06-05 08:05:26
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Posted 2024-06-05 08:12:51
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Posted 2024-06-05 08:18:06
Fogwatcher Nodding, the silver she-cat turned to find the recent victim of the fog. After a while of searching trees, the midnight-black cat was finally visible. The journey out of the fog was slow, but with carful and soft nudging, they were finally out. But, for some reason, Fogwatcher refused to leave the deathly fog. It had supplied her for moons, and she had grown attached to the mystery tied to it. The grey tabby saw the happiness in Splinterpaw, and realised that Goldenmask must have been the black cat, as the brown tom had always seen her as a mother. |
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Posted 2024-06-05 08:18:55
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Posted 2024-06-05 08:20:27
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Posted 2024-06-05 08:33:16
Goldenstar "W-What is I-It?" She asked. The black she-cat was still trembling from the experience, and her fur was still fluffed up. Thousands of eyes, staring at her. Thousands of eyes, gleaming with malicious intent. Yet, Goldenstar was still curious. What had the young tom seen? Was it bad? Or was it good? Both terrified and curious thoughts raced around the golden-masked leader's head. |
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Posted 2024-06-05 08:42:16
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