She's gritting her teeth in complete agony, the thick branch between her jaws splintering. Larkfoot convulses, her stomach squirming. "These...kits...are...strong..." she manages, spitting out the remaining pieces of wood. "Sandbreeze...?"
Welcome! If you want to RP in this thread, you must subtract twenty moons from your current WindClan characters, and see if they are elders, warriors, apprentices, or kits, or if they exist at all. For example, Troublekit and Eightkit obviously wouldn't exist, but Willowstar would. Only she wouldn't be leader: 17 moons old is a bit young. Perhaps in line for deputy?
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