Don’t stare a snake in the eyes if you aren’t prepared to face the fangs.

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This camp was certainly larger than where SkyClan had been staying previously. Well build and maintained dens, an organized section of land that would be quite a good home for SkyClan and its warrior and such. His ears pricked however, as he heard the slight rustling of the grass that was outside of the camp.

He was in no rush, after all, there were more cats in the camp than their were on the edge of it. The pawsteps sounded uneven and only belonging to a singular cat. He slipped out of the gorse tunnel without much worry and he twitched his good ear, being treated for the most part by Kosmo after his little... exchanged, with the elder known as Gingerthrash.

And there it was, a little straggler, mustn't have been notified of the camp's new owners. But that was no issue, Basilisk would be happy to let this cat know of their upgraded territory himself. Whilst he wasn't able to see this cat, he could certainly smell her, and that she was ThunderClan. "Show yourself."

What are you afraid of losing if nothing in the world actually belongs to you.

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Goosesong rose a brow at Briarfang's... honestly childish one sided bickering. The large silver tom gave his paws a few licked and didn't look at Briarfang, hopefully it would shut them up long enough for them to figure out what they wanted to do. Hopefully. "You don't have to stand here arguing with me." He added, curling his tail around his paws as his gaze moved to the rippling water.

"You either go back to camp or go back to the fight, either way I won't be following you." Goosesong answered as he stared down at his rippling reflection. "Let Coldstar give me whatever punishment he wants." He added as his gaze never left the water, he spoke with an almost eerie sort of calm, as if nothing really affected him, because the sputterings of a cranky warrior didn't affect him. 

And in silence, Goosesong sat, until he would either hear a huff or growl from Briarfang, or a petty one sided argument that Goosesong wouldn't retaliate. Both seemed to be valid options, knowing Briarfang.

Like the sun, I may burn fiercely, but it's my fire that warms those I hold dear.

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"I think you should. It's a part of learning." Sunbear responded with a nod then a soft breath escaped her, despite the ache "Rowanglade can yell at me later if she wants." She added, using her tail to ruffle the short head fur on Ashpaw's head. He was the closest thing she had left of Aspenberry now, Ashpaw and his littermates all were. She'd need to cherish them while she was still here.

She laid her chin on the earth beneath and gave Ashpaw a twitch of her mouth, the closest she had come to a smile in a while, there was a humorous spark on her eyes that followed it. "After all, I don't think you could make it any worse." 

Sunbear let out a quiet hum to herself, if Ashpaw did want to help her, she would watch him every step of the way, or perhaps it was duty of some sort. Either way, her paws hurt and Ashpaw was the only one there to help her right now. She had to trust him.

There’s always something new to try. I’m hungry for all of it!

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Hailstrike saw the blow coming and moved with it, gripping onto Oaktall's flank a little tighter with on paw while the other released him, swinging outward to avoid the heavy ramming, surely the momentum wouldn't do Oaktall any favors. Hopefully not anyway. How much more lucky could this cat get?

With her claws still extended. Hailstrike aimed to mark vicious scratches and bats along the hind end of Oaktall's flank. If not to injure him, than to push him further into his momentum and possibly force him to overshoot and stumble over his own balance. She saw how Oaktall kept frantically changing the warriors he was keeping his attention on. Trying to remain unpredictable. But his attention was divided

From where she was, close to his hind legs, Hailstrike aimed a toothy bite to the base of Oaktall's tail, balance and strength was all he had, if she took out one, the other would be less affective... in theory anyway.

Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished
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Bravesong gave a shudder as his eye met Orchidflame. "I think these big strong warriors will certainly save us, Orchidflame." He half sang over to her, voice a warble. He eyed the tiny creature as it scuttled near Weaselkit. He watched both his kits tumbling none too gracefully, but the warriors would surely be able to catch it.

He crawled forward favoring his front paw, half hiding behind the she-cat as he peered out at them. The spider was quickly crawling towards the outer wall, would Weaselkit be able to prevail? Surely there would be no bedtime story beforehand and sleepy kits made for long sleepers.

Spawn of flame, Thunder-struck, from the ashes I rise
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Leopardrose kept low as she made her way back toward camp, each step sending a dull ache through her battered body. The abrasions along her sides and legs stung beneath her pelt, now dry from her travels, while the sprain in her hind leg forced a limp.

But the pain was quickly becoming the least of her concerns as the familiar ThunderClan scent was tainted by rogues. The Camp shouldn't be this quiet...Where were the sentries?She lowered her body instinctively, forcing herself to put aside the throbbing in her leg as she approached the camp.

What in StarClan's name had happened? She slipped closer, staying near the cover of the surrounding undergrowth. She paused just outside the camp, her pelt blending into the shadows of twilight.

Leopardrose needed to find out before whoever left the scent realized she was here...

I can go the distance

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"Oh. Okay." Glowkit mewed, the explanation of this 'ice' making some sense. They figured they'd see it when the ice appeared anyways. If Duskmantle said it was okay then it probably was okay.  "Ashcloud's told me about the four clans before the ones here now." Glowkit paused and looked past Duskmantle, trying to remember what all Ashcloud had said. Golden gaze shifting back towards the other cat after a moment they tried to say the names, "Lionclan.. Tigerclan.. and the two others. "

The young kit then looked back down at their food they took another bite, finishing off the first minnow. After a couple chews they felt a loud crunch under their teeth and instinctively spit out what was in their mouth.

"Eck." She grimaced. "Fish bone.