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Arizonaraspberry liked Mistyveil. She had never really interacted or seen her before today. Her spirit matched hers. Although she still did not agree with the sacrifice, or the ancients in general, the vision of the golden warrior surprised her. Was he real? Did everyone else see him? She was unsure of WinterClan anymore. Especially after Leatherstar coming to the clan with this idea.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 24, 2019 1:38:49 GMT -5
[ god why does everyone hate leather? xDDD ]
Leatherstar sighed and he took a few deep calming breaths. After a lot of drama he was about ready for this day to end. He was disappointed in his clan and those who saw but did not believe. He would not chastise them though. For they could believe as they pleased. That wouldn't change reality. He gave his shard a flick of his ear in response. While Barrenfrost was his second best friend even he thought the tom had a big mouth.
The Chief rolled his shoulders and raised his head as he slowly padded back down the mountain. He had a task to do alone. He would alone spread the blessed blood and keep the clan he loved protected one more season without fear of dying in their sleep from an unseen and unknown assailant. He prayed one day when he could not protect his clan that they would not suffer too harshly from their unbelief and foolish stubbornness.
Icedivy had watched in pure silence as the moments unfolded. When all was said and done, the feline folded her ears back and glanced to Sweetpine. Her voice was soft, and only able to be heard by him, due to her pressing her lips against his ear and whispering. “That didn’t go as planned. Perhaps we should get the others back to camp..”
Post by ComplacentDevil on Jan 25, 2019 14:38:44 GMT -5
He shivered at the small touch of the molly on his ear, and then nodded. "Come on everyone," he called, "The sacrifice of Yule is complete, lets return to camp." His tail twitched as he stood tall, moving away from the altar back towards the path that led them home.
