Wolfstar looked down from highstone. “Let all Gatti old enough to catch there own prey come to the highstone for a clan meeting!” Meowed Wolfstar.
“WolfClan and WeatherClan are ememies now.” Meowed Wolfstar. “They took are camp and ma-de it there’s. We will make are naw camp here.” He put in.
“But there are no dens!” Meowed a warrior. “We have logs!” Meowed another warrior. “We only need a place for the kits.” Wolfstar pointed out. “I think I found a place!” Meowed a dapped she-cat.
“Thank te Leopardflame, queens te can get in there.” Meowed Wolfstar. “Apprentices can te get moss?” Asked Wolfstar. “Yes!” Meowed one apprentice.
“My kits are coming!!!” Meowed a ginger she-cat. “Medicinefrost!” “Yes Wolfstar!” Meowed Medicinefrost.
“WolfClan and WeatherClan are ememies now.” Meowed Wolfstar. “They took are camp and ma-de it there’s. We will make are naw camp here.” He put in.
“But there are no dens!” Meowed a warrior. “We have logs!” Meowed another warrior. “We only need a place for the kits.” Wolfstar pointed out. “I think I found a place!” Meowed a dapped she-cat.
“Thank te Leopardflame, queens te can get in there.” Meowed Wolfstar. “Apprentices can te get moss?” Asked Wolfstar. “Yes!” Meowed one apprentice.
“My kits are coming!!!” Meowed a ginger she-cat. “Medicinefrost!” “Yes Wolfstar!” Meowed Medicinefrost.