[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Blackpelt: Base of Highstump[/color][/h1][/center]
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Blackpelt twitches in his sleep, and looks around in his dream. The dark, heavily wooded and starless forest is all he can see. He begins slowly padding his way through the thick brush, and listens for any whispers or sounds. Aside from the wind, he hears very little. Untill he hears a loud growl, as if it's right behind him. He jolts awake, and looks around frantically for a moment, his fur puffed up. He breathes heavily, and slowly sits up, waiting for his limbs to stop shaking. He groans, sore, then begins slowly licking his pelt clean, trying to calm himself down. He begins rummaging through his herbs, eyes bloodshot and weary, and he looks over when he hears Fernstar yowl for a meeting. Then he begins to walk towards Highstump, pausing for a moment at the entrance of his den. His eye twitches, and he slowly walks out of his den, looking up at Highstump with his half-lidded eyes, betraying his weariness and sheer exhaustion.

He groans softly, and paws at his ear for a moment, then settles down near the back of the group in a small patch of light, ears pricked up. He licks his lips slightly, and wraps his tail around his paws to try to hide his shaking. He looks across the group of cats, eyes flicking between muzzles as he searches for anyone who looks out of place. He looks up at Fernstar, then down at her den, wondering if Frogkit and Honeypaw were still asleep. He looks around, and tilts his head slightly. [i]I wonder what Fernstar's going to do about the rouges......[/i] He sighs, and looks at the group of his fellow clan members gathered at the base of the stump.