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Started November 25, 2019 by MC_swag

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why do I feel like Swiftstar would feel really guilty but knows that its not her fault– oh gosh– mini headcanon but because Springheart is so worried / scared Swiftstar lets Springheart sleep in her den??))

why do I feel like Swiftstar would feel really guilty but knows that its not her fault– oh gosh– mini headcanon but because Springheart is so worried / scared Swiftstar lets Springheart sleep in her den??))

(absolutely!)

wanna do a mini timeskip to where they're in the woods? we should have them run into a ThunderClan patrol or smthn, suspense I guess–))

XD ThunderClan just inhabited ShadowClan lol))

Stormkit looked around, ShadowClan territory stunk, it smelt of wet moss and pine sap, Stormkit blinked, the woods were dark, and scary. Stormkit wanted to race out of the woods, the feeling of eyes glaring into his pelt at his every movement. "It creepy here," he heard Flamekit murmur, Stormkit nodded in agreement, soon he smelt another smell, "what's that?" he whispered, he bent down and sniffed a dark wrinkled leaf, scrunching his nose up in disgust, "yuck!" he sneezed, the scent smelled like nothing he'd even smelt before, "Vixenkit!" he mewed, "can you smell this? It smells odd, I don't recognize it."

(Vixenkit can also make sherlock holmes level connections sometimes)
(does Mistkit want to get the prophecy?)

(Yes.)

Mistkit scrunched up her nose. "Bleh! I can smell that leaf from here." She said, glaring at it like she could destroy it with her eyes.

Vixenkit perked at the sound of her name and bounded over. She sniffed the leaf and shook her head. "I'm sure I could figure it out but I haven't been specifically told yet."

Flamekit sniffed and gaged. "Well…That ruined my day…What is this. Dung? " He picked up his paw and waved it by his nose. The smell was horrifying.

"I think it might be burdock?" Vixenkit muttered, not as affected as the others. "I'm not sure though."

(Here's the prophecy you guys! Credit to Scarletfox on FeralFront for coming up with it!)

When shadows vanish without a trace,

curious minds accept the race.

The power of the stars gracing their paws,

they are the ones who defy all laws.

Flames of Power; Minds that Scour; Voices in the Mist.

In the eye of the storm, is where the stars will drop snow,

being the guide when moods are low.

Shadows grow for those who look,

writing their names in the history book.

Wow

(I joined FeralFront. It looks cool. Just don't know how to get to chats. 😅)

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