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Post by desertstorm on Nov 29, 2011 18:07:34 GMT -5
Thornstrike yawned softly, blinking as he tried to wake himself up. It was bright. And that, of course, meant that the sun was up. And consequently, he had slept in. That was a bad thing. Well, so his mentor had said four moons ago. The tom actually wasn't sure if he could be considered a new warrior still... He wasn't so new here. Four moons he'd been a warrior... Four moons. It seemed so short when he thought it, but in real life it felt so long...
The tabby tom stretched, making sure he didn't step on any paws as he padded out of the warriors den. They would be so mad if he did... Especially the senior warriors. They were so cranky. He actually thought that they should just move to the elders den and get it over with. But of course that was not something that he could say to their face.
Thornstrike looked around ShadowClan camp, wondering who else was out and about. There were two kits tussling in front of the Nursery, their mothers a bit off, watching. There were three elders sitting in front of their den, sunning and gossiping. And a bunch of other cats too. Thornstrike wondered if he should offer to go out on patrol. That would be helpful but he wasn't sure if he wanted to. It's just not what he wanted!
Note: How's that for a first post? Muse: Excellent Character: Thornstrike Appearance: Tabby with unclear markings and blue-green eyes.
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