WindClan/Roleplay

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 * bgcolor="#fbceb1" style="border-radius: 10px; padding:5px;"| A solid, dark grey tom strolled through the small camp he called home. Although small, WindClan had grown since Scorchstar had become their leader. The solid-colored tom cast his golden eyes on his expecting mate, Blossomface. She was getting rather big and would be giving birth any day now. The tom smiled before heading to his mate.
 * bgcolor="#fbceb1" style="border-radius: 10px; padding:5px;"| A solid, dark grey tom strolled through the small camp he called home. Although small, WindClan had grown since Scorchstar had become their leader. The solid-colored tom cast his golden eyes on his expecting mate, Blossomface. She was getting rather big and would be giving birth any day now. The tom smiled before heading to his mate.

"Blossomface," the dark grey-furred cat greeted his mate. The calico tabby grinned up at him tiredly. Scorchstar turned as a patched black and white tom walked into camp. "Ravenpaw's back. I should probably get back to work" He said. Blossomface nodded. 00:30, October 10, 2016 (UTC)