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Post by spottedleaf on Jul 24, 2014 14:06:36 GMT
Chrysanthemum looked at Whisper. "What do you think it means?" She mewed softly.
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Post by nightwhisper on Jul 29, 2014 17:25:55 GMT
Whisper didn't answer right away. She stared straight ahead, focusing nothing. Her vision blurred. When the ShadowWhispers were first created, they were almost called the Secret Cats. Finally, her voice shaking and her eyes still fixed on nothing, she mewed,
"It means that something is searching for us."
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Post by spottedleaf on Jul 29, 2014 17:28:07 GMT
Chrysanthemum's eyes widened.
(This plot is so intriguing!)
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Post by nightwhisper on Jul 29, 2014 17:35:52 GMT
(Thanks- I thought we needed something exciting if we wanted enough posts for a frontboard)
Whisper finally blinked, breaking her concentration. When she turned to Chrysanthemum, her eyes were burning. Not angry, but burning. With what, no one could tell, not even Whisper herself.
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Post by spottedleaf on Jul 29, 2014 17:41:00 GMT
"What do we do?" Chrysanthemum finally asked.
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Post by nightwhisper on Jul 29, 2014 17:47:06 GMT
"Prepare," Whisper mewed, her voice empty, "warn the clan. Ask our allies to help us fight." With a sigh, she mewed, "if it finds us, there wil be a fight."
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Post by spottedleaf on Jul 29, 2014 17:48:24 GMT
"It?" She asked nervously.
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Post by nightwhisper on Jul 29, 2014 17:51:37 GMT
Whisper shook her head. "It could be anything. It might not even be a cat," she replied sadly. She hoped the ShadowWhispers would be able to make it through this.
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Post by spottedleaf on Jul 29, 2014 17:54:09 GMT
"Clan meeting?" She mewed. "Shall i alert our allies?"
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Post by nightwhisper on Jul 30, 2014 3:12:37 GMT
Whisper shook her head. "You should collect herbs in case there is a battle. I'll tell Silence to organize patrols to ask our allies for help."
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Post by spottedleaf on Jul 30, 2014 5:40:08 GMT
Chrysanthemum dipped her head and ran off.
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Post by nightwhisper on Jul 30, 2014 6:26:39 GMT
Whisper paced in her den, her tail slicing the air worriedly.
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