...::::||THUNDERCLAN- The next generation. ||We're here to stay.||::::...Only 8 more pages to go!

(Okay!

Also, leopardstrike, I made your one sentence description for you, if you don't mind, because you were still doing it wrong. Make it sure its okay, alright?)

Fallenstar bent and stretched her forelegs out forward, and pryed her jaws open for a luxurious stretch. Her beautiful ash toned stripes and speckles shone brilliantly under the midday sun. She layed back down in a sphyx like position on the edge of a thunderpath, under the shelter of a tree. When a Monster blew by, she did'nt even flinch.

Buchtail went to explore by the thunderpath. He fell over when a monster flew by and ruffling his fur.

Bushtail noticed Fallenstar near the bramble that covered them from the breath of the monster. He slowly padded over near the leader.

(Cloverheart, did you get my message on the second page?)

Fallenstar gazed out for a long time, untill the fumes from the thunderpath got to her and she trotted back to camp. Everything was in order- warriors busying about, some just awaking and eating their meals, others bringing in fresh catches. She made her way to the Ledge, and leaped up onto its top.

(The ledge is an old, half broken wooden bench that hasnt been used in a long time because of how far back it goes into the forest. The higher part, [since half of the bench is broken down on the ground, there is the low side, and the high side.like a tedder-totter.)

( Oh sorry! Late post.)

Branchstripe rolled his eyes, annoyed with the fact that his pelt was messy. He had just given himself a good licking, the night before. He started on again, and was careful to steer clear of the Monsters. He spotted a thrush, and pounced. He caught and killed it quickly, and started toward camp.

(It's okay.)


Bushtail saw their leader leave. He turned to and glanced around.



(I have to go!)

(( Aww.. Bye!!))

Branchstripe brought the thrush back, and set it on the fresh-kill pile. He smiled, and looked around camp.

(ohhh...bye!)

Fallenstar noticed Branchstripe padding through the entrance of camp, a limp thrush in his jaws.
"Good hunting, I see?" she asked him, leaping down from the ledge and curling her tail around her paws.

Buchtail saw Fallenstar again. He padded over quietly and smiled lightly.

Branchstripe nodded, and set the thrush down. " Yes, hello Fallenstar." Branchstripe said, his tone respectful. He wondered if the leader noticed how ragged he looked, mud and grass littering his pelt.

(Oh um, sorry Winter, um,

A shy she-cat with a sleek golden pelt and bright green eyes.

Does that work?)

Cloverheart sighed and decided to head into the forest.

Fallenstar dipped her head to Bushtail as he approached. "Greetings, Bushtail."
she meowed, and swiveled toward Branchstripe again. "Did you get into a fight out there?" her eyes darted around his pelt.

(Certainly. Thanks!)

Branchstripe felt the skin under his thick pelt redden. " No.. I, uh.." Branchstripe trailed off, quite embrassed.

Branchstripe blushed, and sat up straighter. His tail curled around his paws, and waited for Fallenstar's reply.

(Everyone check the front page! I HAVE MADE THE MEDDIE CAT!)

Fallenstar shrugged it off. "It does'nt matter." she mewed to him, and trailed away to the medicine cat den. Brambles and tendrils formed the oblong den,and she poked her head in with bright eyes. "Hi there," she meowed happily to the plush tom. His eyes flahsed inside the darkness like an owl's.

Robinfur nodded kindly. "Fallenstar. Greetings." he bellowed, and took a pce toward her to rasp across her ear. "Is everything alright?" he smiled when she nodded.

Branchstripe sighed when Fallenstar left. Had he even been breathing? It didn't feel like it.. He started padding toward the fresh-kill pile, eyeing a plump mouse.

(Does he like her? )

(( Little bit. xD))

Snakefoot asked again, "You all right, Leopardstrike? You don't seem to be listening. Would you like to go hunting? If you're too tired, it won't hurt my feelings if you say no."