08-15-2018, 11:46 PM
Promotions were always good. There were two, of some worthy felines, Heatherpaw could only guess. It was a shame to hear that their former leader had stepped down, but fortunately, a new powerful snow leopard was here to take charge. The comment on activity interested the young former apprentice and current trainee. Was Prestige referring to them being more physically fit and active? That was certainly something the black tom hoped to do. He would become as strong as he could in order to be worthy of being a member of the Rosebloods.
The next announcement to come, however, made the tom’s fur stand on end. “What do you mean, mass adoption?” Heatherpaw meowed, attempting to keep a growl out of his voice. “Are we going to be taken in a great number of new clan or rogue kits?”
It seemed like an unwise idea. Children had not proved themselves. They would not drink the crimson substance in the bowl. Of course, he had technically not yet taken a drink of the bowl either due to the commotion and fright in the last meeting. However, he doubted a kitten or cub would be able to do so while they were still on milk. “Surely you’re not talking about adopting out Roseblood member children to others,” the trainee said, amber eyes staring up at the snow leopard. Why would anyone ‘sign up’ or ‘apply’ for something so foolish as this? Numbers did not necessarily make a clan stronger. Helpless mouths to feed most certainly did not. What was going through this new leader’s mind?
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The next announcement to come, however, made the tom’s fur stand on end. “What do you mean, mass adoption?” Heatherpaw meowed, attempting to keep a growl out of his voice. “Are we going to be taken in a great number of new clan or rogue kits?”
It seemed like an unwise idea. Children had not proved themselves. They would not drink the crimson substance in the bowl. Of course, he had technically not yet taken a drink of the bowl either due to the commotion and fright in the last meeting. However, he doubted a kitten or cub would be able to do so while they were still on milk. “Surely you’re not talking about adopting out Roseblood member children to others,” the trainee said, amber eyes staring up at the snow leopard. Why would anyone ‘sign up’ or ‘apply’ for something so foolish as this? Numbers did not necessarily make a clan stronger. Helpless mouths to feed most certainly did not. What was going through this new leader’s mind?
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