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Post by Running Wolf on Jan 24, 2007 19:12:11 GMT -5
Wolfstar sat in the middle of the clearing, watching the camp silently.
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Post by Breezy on Jan 24, 2007 19:30:01 GMT -5
Silverflower padded out of the medicine cat's den, yawning. After a long morning of sorting herbs, it felt good to be out in the sunshine, though she still had to finish sorting the coltsfoot from the chervil, though...
Noticing Wolfstar sitting by herself, Silverflower walked over to her, taking a seat next to the ShadeClan leader. "Hello," she said cheerily, "nice day, isn't it?" |
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Post by Burning Falcon on Jan 24, 2007 19:30:34 GMT -5
Whitefoot padded in. "Wolfstar, I scented Tigerstripe..." he said slowly. "And her scents were mixed with Stripepaw's and Willowpaw's." He gulped. "And then they were just gone. I think they were trying to chase her off and Tigerstripe pushed them into the river..."
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Post by Running Wolf on Jan 24, 2007 19:31:05 GMT -5
Wolfstar nodded. Yes, it is. she meowed, her voice sounding distant. What? She dares to come back onto our territory?! she growled.
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Post by Burning Falcon on Jan 24, 2007 19:52:10 GMT -5
Whitefoot looked sad. "I think Willowpaw and Stripepaw are dead. Tigerstripe's scent was too powerful... it was recent."
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Post by Running Wolf on Jan 24, 2007 19:54:03 GMT -5
Wolfstar stood up and lowered her head. She walked over to Whitefoot and licked his ears sadly. Stripepaw was her apprentice, she would miss her no matter what.
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Post by Goth on Jan 27, 2007 15:55:39 GMT -5
Coldkit stood along off in the shadows watching the other cats with blood lust. He wasn't going to be anyone he wasn't so as he watched, fur down his back bristled.
If you looked at him into his eyes and such the first thing you'd think about him was something towards the lines of a puppy that's been kicked to much. He wasn't ready to talk to any of these cats and hadn't planned on it.
His journey was to someday become deputy of Deathclan beside his mother. That's where his mind stopped. It hadn't occured to him that maybe he could be leader some day. He wasn't sure where Stripekit was and he didn't care. She was her own cat and she could do what she wanted.
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Post by Running Wolf on Jan 28, 2007 15:01:13 GMT -5
Coldpaw? Wolfstar meowed with real sadness in her voice.
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Post by Goth on Jan 29, 2007 22:30:28 GMT -5
Coldkit gazed over at Wolfstar with a slight glare. What did she want? What did any of them want? Coldpaw? What kind of silly name was that? The tiger like feline's eyes peired it's way towards the leader.
"Cold KIT. I haven't had a naming ceremony."
He reminded her with a hiss.
"And what."
The tom cat said with barely any question in his voice.
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Post by Running Wolf on Jan 30, 2007 10:51:18 GMT -5
ColdPAW, yes you have, so did Stripepaw. I was Stripepaw's mentor, your mentor is Whitefoot. Wolfstar meowed calmly, but narrowing her eyes at Coldpaw coldly.
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Post by Goth on Jan 31, 2007 20:20:14 GMT -5
"Since WHEN?!"
He hissed savagely.
"If I had a naming ceremony I would have been there and I would have none!"
He snarled and backed off, claws unseathing angerly.
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Post by Burning Falcon on Feb 1, 2007 9:54:40 GMT -5
(He did have a naming ceremony. You just didn't post.)
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Post by Running Wolf on Feb 5, 2007 11:31:52 GMT -5
Wolfstar stared after Coldpaw feeling her pelt bristling with furry. SHe stalked to her den with her eyes blazing.
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