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Wolfflame had ran, yes. He had ran after he had forced both his sister and Foggysky; he was sure to have kittens now. If not from one from the other. The gray rogue had recently run into a large, rather peculiar she-cat. Griselda, she called herself. He'd taken up with her fairly quickly. The two had spoken of ruling the city with a cold, harsh claws. He could have her as his and truly love her; in his own way of course. He could have true heirs to his bloodline and to the clowder he knew he could start with her at his side until his eldest son ruled. "Griselda!" The fluffy rogue called harshly tl the tortoiseshell rogue. "I have a proposal." He said, holding his head high. Minkletoes I am not old. 07:23, September 21, 2018 (UTC)

Griselda blinked at Wolfflame, and pricked her ears, a curious look appearing on her soft features. A proposal? "What kind of proposal?" she asked, an almost teasing glint in her pale eyes. —PatchfeatherAre youon thesquare? 23:00, October 28, 2018 (UTC)

"I want to start our own clowder, we could rule the city and anything beyond it." He stated. His seafoam green eyes on the tortoiseshell she-cat. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 23:06, October 28, 2018 (UTC)