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Post by Swanstar on Mar 2, 2007 19:15:32 GMT -5
Swanstar stretched out curved candent claws onto the newly fallen snow and revealed the red of her mouth in a yawn. The snow had finally ceased its fall, but it had left a white carpet over the ShadowClan camp. The immense cold was only tempered by the sweet chirp of songbirds threading through the sparse trees and tall brambles. Swanstar swiped her tongue across her whiskers. Birds were always the most plentiful prey during winter; she considered who she could ask to put on the next hunting patrol. But no, it was too late for that. And something felt amiss. Swanstar flipped her head around. There was no scuffle of excited kits in the centre of camp, a fact that disturbed her. She knew Ravenkit and Littlekit probably were asleep, but where were Leopardkit and Dawnkit? Swanstar rose to her rusty paws and stuck her nose in the snow. Although it could mask smells fairly well, she knew it could also absorb fresh scents—and more importantly—tracks. It didn’t take her long to see the minute paw prints leading away from the nursery.
“Attention, ShadowClan!” she yowled without bothering to take her place on the Large Rock. “Leopardkit and Dawnkit have gone missing. I need all available warriors up for a search-and-rescue patrol.” Her pointed muzzle flipped towards the exit from camp. "Darktail, you go look for them and come to the Gathering when you're finished if you can. Tigerstripe, Darkpaw—let's go. WE're going to keep a small party this time."
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