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Ratstar was looking around his camp. Wondering if any cat could talk to him. {{SUBST:Template:UserCat5/Sig}} 15:42, July 14, 2015 (UTC)Cat5

Brambleaf trotted about camp, his amber gaze blunt. He walked past the Leader's Den, pausing to see Ratstar outside. He dipped his head in greetings. "Hello, Ratstar." Blood doesn't always have to mean death 18:46, July 14, 2015 (UTC)

Ratstar looked at his Clanmate. "Can you lead the night patrol?" He asked. {{SUBST:Template:UserCat5/Sig}} 14:53, July 30, 2015 (UTC)Cat5

Brambleleaf dripped his head respectively. "Of course. Who would you like me to take?" Blood doesn't always have to mean death 17:46, July 30, 2015 (UTC)

You can go with Skunktail. And you can also go with someone else. Ratstar then went to the elders den with some moss. {{SUBST:Template:UserCat5/Sig}} 11:42, August 1, 2015 (UTC)Cat5

After that, Ratstar decied to hunt and get some juicy rabbit and mice for the Clan. {{SUBST:Template:UserCat5/Sig}} 11:54, August 8, 2015 (UTC)Cat5

Ratstar went hunting, but suddenly smelled the scent of foxes... {{SUBST:Template:UserCat5/Sig}} 23:29, October 2, 2015 (UTC)Cat5

Brambleaf nodded to the dark-black leader, and heaved himself forward, calling out to Skunktail. "Skunktail!" Blood doesn't always have to mean death 23:36, October 2, 2015 (UTC)

Bluemoon looked around, her pelt shining in the night. A10 (talk) 15:03, October 24, 2015 (UTC)A10

Brambleleaf waited for Skunktail. Blood doesn't always have to mean death 15:02, October 24, 2015 (UTC)

Skunktail trotted toward Brambleleaf, "Yes?" He replied. A10 (talk) 15:03, October 24, 2015 (UTC)A10

Brambleleaf lifted his head, his gaze locked with Skunktail's. "Ratstar wants you and I to go hunting." Blood doesn't always have to mean death 15:04, October 24, 2015 (UTC)

Skunktail nodded, and raced to the tunnel. He looked out in the nights air. A10 (talk) 15:06, October 24, 2015 (UTC)A10

(Please check your talk) Brambleleaf nodded to Skuntail and darted off after him, flicking his tail in indication that he was going to hunt. Blood doesn't always have to mean death 15:07, October 24, 2015 (UTC)

Skunktail ran with him. He stood up, and sniffed the evening air. He could smell a vole. He followed the smell to a hole. A10 (talk)A10

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