My first Thrushclan project that isn't a bio ----------------------------------------------------------- Woodpaw and Dawnpaw trotted back into camp from a hunting session with their mentors. Thornpaw greeted them at the entrance. "How was it?" He asked. "Good enough." Dawnpaw replied. Dawnpaw and Thornpaw had a long conversation as they slowly entered the clearing. Woodpaw was starting the grow bored. The trio froze when they saw a group of cats surrounding something. "What's that?" Dawnpaw gulped. Not waiting for a reply, they rushed in. "I can't save him.." They heard the voice of Thistleheart, the medicine cat. "Can't save who?" Woodpaw shoved her way to the front of the crowd and gasped. There, in the middle of the camp, was a dead Ripplewhisker. "Ripplewhisker!" Dawnpaw came to stand beside her sister. "Why couldn't you save him!" Woodpaw turned to Thistleheart. "W-We were too late." Thistleheart stammered. "No! No! No!" Woodpaw ran off.
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