Prone to Wonder [Open]

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Patchstorm looked at the kits fondly. They were grown now, and had both recently earned their warrior names. Still she was their mother, and always would be. Her son Dustclaw had become a fine warrior, and her daughter Whitelotus a beautiful medicine cat. Patchstorm worried about the beautiful she-cat's choice to become a medicine cat. If Patchstorm was able to make the toms trip over themselves, Whitelotus could convince them to take on the Dark Forest with just a look. Still she remained firm in her choice, and quickly earned a place in everyone's heart as well as a name for herself. True her warrior name spoke of outward beauty, but it was much deeper. She felt it her sacrifice to be a 'mother' to the clan, and to any warrior who came to her in need. She was kind and patient, cunning and curious. Perfect for any role she might choose, she choose the one that was a perfect fit for her.

With a sigh Patchstorm stood and looked around. She had yet to find a true mate, and had started to wonder if she ever would. After having a rouges' kits, who's to say she deserved a clan cat for a mate? Still she swore to serve her clan as a loyal member, and that she planned to die doing.

Threats of rouges and loners near the boarders of all clans had set everyone on edge. Rumors of war and sneak attacks had been bubbling just beneath the surface. Everyone felt the layer of tension and static energy in the around around them, and the clans were unsure if the other clans were worthy of trust, or should be viewed as another enemy. This couldn't hold for long, soon all this would break out, and blood would be shed. Would they be ready? She hoped so, oh, how she hoped they would be.

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