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Post by Nightstar on Jan 24, 2009 12:19:54 GMT -5
Nightstar flopped down in her nest with a hiss of frustration. The Gathering had gone rather badly, but then again, she reflected, it was rare that there was a Gathering at all without at least some sort of arguement.
At least I managed to get StarClan's message to the other Clans, she thought with a sigh. She then began wondering where Tenarist had gone now.
Probably running back to her Twolegs with her tail tucked under her/
She then shook her head. Tenarist was stronger than that, she probably just went back to the allyways of the Twolegplace. It was probably for the best, anyways...
Laying her head down, she wondered whether she might just go out and hunt. Sleep seemed impossible right now, and her stomach was yowling for food. She pushed the hunger away, though, figuring that she best get used to it.
Huuuuuhhh.... I remember how much easier life was when I was merely a warrior...[i/] she thought sadly. There's some days I almost regret being a leader...[i/] Then, she nearly clawed herself at this thought. It was all worth it, watching over her Clan, and being closer to StarClan than any mere warrior.
Nightstar closed her eyes, trying to clear her mind of all irksome thoughts, and soon, sleep overtook her.
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