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Sliverthorn argues why Ashfur would’ve been better for Squirrelflight than Brambleclaw.
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Here is where you can post your chapters!
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Claimed! it hasnt been used since last year 🙂 can i do that?
Yep! If it hasn’t been used in over a year, I’m pretty sure you can claim it! 😀
ok!
being used as rp.
Coughpaw was searching for Ambershade. He needed to know how much Catnip to use. “Ambershade! Where are you?! I need to know how much catnip to use!” He had been recolectting some catnip, but didn’t knew how much.
Nightfire, the deputy of ShadeClan, was sitting outside the leader’s den, watching in amusement as Coughpaw looked for Ambershade. “Coughpaw,” the femme called, “she’s collecting herbs. I can help you, if you want. I trained as a medicine cat first.”
Midnightleaf padded from the medicine den, “No, I’ve got it.” She replied before Coughpaw could say anything, “Come here Coughpaw,”
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Ambershade trotted into the Shadeclan clearing, with her jaws clamped on a bundle of herbs. She noticed Coughpaw and padded over to speak with him. “Mmph,” she mumbled. She realized that she couldn’t speak with the herbs, so she dropped them. “Sorry I wasn’t here. I was getting herbs.” Then she noticed the catnip. “What’s up?”
Nightfire watched as her mate, Pinefur, padded over to her. “Hey Pine,” she meowed. Pinefur nuzzled her cheek.
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Wait can I claim it?
Yeah, I think so.
I think I can claim this. If I can then “Claim!”
Claimed!