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Post by Bladedstar on Nov 29, 2009 9:20:00 GMT -8
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Post by auroraspirit on Dec 11, 2009 14:36:01 GMT -8
To reach this high up, it’s like a taste of victory. You’d never believe you would ever reach this peak of the moment. But he did, when he vowed to Bleedingrage he would reach this far in life, even when they were kits, that he would become leader of ThunderClan, and how he would be in the minds of every cat. His story may change as it went down the generations, but they would remember him sitting here tall and proud.
His white and black-spotted fur was much alike the other leaders. Icestar, leader of RiverClan with her double-silvered pelt, slick for moving in the water. Adderstar, leader of ShadowClan, her strong body pelted with black and white, much like himself. And Cinderfoot, soon to become Cinderstar that he knew of, her fur was also silver, pelted with different shades of the similar color. Although, he was the only tom of all the leaders, and it made him feel stronger.
Dashingstar, leader of ThunderClan, they would call. His green eyes, sparkling like the warriors of StarClan in a clear night sky. His nest was soft and cozy as always, and his door was always open to nosy kits, he was prepared for his nap to be disturbed, but without warrior duties, he had nothing to do but sleep in a soft nest, hoping to speak to Bleedingrage in his dreams. She would always tell him to try and find another cat, but he told her he could never let her go, it would feel like he was cheating on her. Cheating on Auroraspirit, for ever letting Bleedingrage go, but she would promise that their daughter would understand. He was never sure if he wanted to believe that, but one day he would have to.
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