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Post by Birdflame on Jan 31, 2013 22:36:42 GMT -5
Birdflame sat around thinking about her ancestors. They were real. She knew they were. If they weren't, then the clans wouldn't be warned about things and Medicine cats would miss a big part of being well, medicine cats. She started to doubt that after Littlefeather's kits died, but they had to be real. She lay on the ground thinking about the clan in general.
It was doing fine, but she hadn't seen Fawnstep in a while and wanted to see her soon. Where could she be? Well, cats were always kind of disappearing and reappearing at times. It was weird, but normal. Then she wondered if her ancestors were watching her right now. And if they were disapproving her thoughts. But Birdflame thought on still.
The clan finally had an apprentice beside her own. Owlpaw would make a good warrior if he learned to control his excitement she thought. As she was thinking she did not notice the other things going on around her which would have been awkward if someone tried to talk to her. Thinking of this, Birdflame pushed out her thoughts and focused on what was happening around.
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