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Post by willow on Jun 3, 2016 3:40:39 GMT -6
The leader of CliffClan was one of those cats that always made sure that their fur was shiny and sleek. He took proud in his deep chocolate coloured coat, and he found having neat fur made it easier to blend in against their harshly angled surroundings. But now, as he lay curled in a tight ball; his fur stuck out in tufts in all directions, obvious evidence of a rough night. Hawkstars tail tip twitch. In his dream, a tabby cat run towards him yowling, before their voice being drowned out by the blood curdling howls he had heard a the night before. He instinctively unsheathed his claws, rousing himself from sleep. The terrible noises didn't stop as he blinked away, his golden orbs snapping open as he smelt his Clans fear scent wafting up the cliff face.
Hawkstar jumped to his paws, shaking away the bits of his nest that had gotten stuck to his fur as he'd slept. The image of the cat from his dream slid into his thoughts, but he shook his head violently to dismiss it.
Not now. He scolded himself.
Padding quickly to the front of his den, he perched himself neatly on the ledge and angled his ears forwards, towards the seemingly empty badlands.
Hawkstar knew the moment of serenity would soon be gone, and he let out a reassuring meow to let his Clan know that he was with them. They would be safe while he was here. |
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