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Post by Burning Falcon on Jan 21, 2007 16:19:34 GMT -5
(Stop ripping her into bits or I'll give you both warnings.)
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Post by --Dawn-- on Jan 21, 2007 16:20:10 GMT -5
Atroxkit nodded to Bloodkit and saw her move off. His acid green eyes moved to the she-cat then looked around for water.
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Post by Flamestar on Jan 21, 2007 16:20:49 GMT -5
((Oh, sorry.))
Bloodkit came back with the sap, covering Roughpelt's body in it. "Let's go," she said, and ran into the forest.
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Post by Burning Falcon on Jan 21, 2007 16:21:21 GMT -5
(DAWNSKY! *pulls cursor over warning button*)
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Post by Flamestar on Jan 21, 2007 16:22:33 GMT -5
((Calm down! She started posting before you posted that!))
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Post by --Dawn-- on Jan 21, 2007 16:23:24 GMT -5
Atroxkit ran off following his sister.
OOC:// What???//
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Post by Burning Falcon on Jan 21, 2007 16:23:43 GMT -5
(>-> Not only is that really against the rules, but she didn't even bother to edit it! )
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Post by --Dawn-- on Jan 21, 2007 16:25:15 GMT -5
OOC:// Sorry I didn't mean to! Edited//
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Post by Breezy on Jan 21, 2007 16:40:37 GMT -5
Phoenixfeather padded along at an even pace along the border, her paws creating small dust clouds as she walked. Her mind was filled with turmoil as she thought from one recent event to another. It was a strange feeling, to be both happy and sad at the same time. As she walked, she stared at the dirt beneath her paws, but her head suddenly jerked up as she heard a pained yowl come from just across the border. The voice sounded strangely familiar...
Giving a quick glance around to make sure that there were no ReefClan patrols to find her, she rushed to where the yowl had come from. Upon reaching her destination, what she horrified her. It was Roughpelt, lying dead on the ground. She was filled with both rage and fear at the same time. Slowly, she plodded foreward, touching her nose gently to Roughpelt's side. She could not scent who had done it, only pine needles and sap.
She knew what she had to do, no matter how much she didn't want to. Taking ahold of what was left of Roughpelt's scruff, the ginger warrior painstakingly dragged her back over the StormClan border, heading in the direction of camp...
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