07-20-2018, 03:03 AM
[align=center][div style="Width: 425px; min-height: 30px; padding-top: 2px; text-align: justify; color: #444444; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 11pt;"]â€â€☽ T-truth be told, Nightstar has...has never been a real, u-uhm, fan of windclan’s territory. It’sâ€â€Ã¢â‚¬â€vast, and wide open, and when he looks at it he can’t help but feel...small. With twitching whiskers, the leader drags his patrol on over to the border shadowclan shares with windclan; it’s another thunderpath, u-unfortunately.
"b-beâ€â€Ã¢â‚¬â€be weary, of...ah, monsters," he tells his patrol, his claws digging into the earth as he stares across the moor. "a-and...and WindClan Cats..."
Lifting one leg, he marks a tiny part of the border; heâ€â€he isn’t sure how...ah, friendly WindClan Cats are these days. H-he knows some can beâ€â€u-uhmâ€â€defensive, so to speak, of their own territories, b-but...well...?
w-we’ll find out...
"b-beâ€â€Ã¢â‚¬â€be weary, of...ah, monsters," he tells his patrol, his claws digging into the earth as he stares across the moor. "a-and...and WindClan Cats..."
Lifting one leg, he marks a tiny part of the border; heâ€â€he isn’t sure how...ah, friendly WindClan Cats are these days. H-he knows some can beâ€â€u-uhmâ€â€defensive, so to speak, of their own territories, b-but...well...?
w-we’ll find out...
â€â€☽ time seemed to say:
forget the world and its weight
forget the world and its weight