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Post by Splash on Mar 20, 2012 20:22:59 GMT -5
Hawkpaw frowned. "We followed the scent trail. We must be close." Flamepaw gave a curt nod. "It be better this way anyhow. We don't want to scare anyone. We just need to hope someone finds us." She meowed. The two were looking for the ThunderClan leader and Medicine Cat after a fight with a young fox and a young rouge getting hurt. For obvious reasons, they couldn't go to ShadowClan. And right now, their medicine cat was on ThunderClan territory with two rouges. It was rather important that they find the cats they were looking for. |
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Post by Death on Mar 21, 2012 14:40:43 GMT -5
~AppleHoney~
The burnt-ginger she-cat padded into the camp heading toward her den. Her mouth filled with fresh herbs and items to use in the event of illness. The herbs were piled so high as her small mouth held the edges of three bundles of leaves that were used to carry all of the herbs. Her apple green eyes were blocked to the point where she had to rely on the simple corner of her right eye as she stayed close to the corners of the camp to stay out of the others ways. She stopped mid-stride at the smell of something different.[/center] |
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Post by Midnightstar on Mar 24, 2012 20:48:43 GMT -5
Midnightstar yawned, padding out of her den. The ThunderClan leader had just been revived from a nap and was going to lead a hunting patrol. However, two cats in the camp of her Clan- two younger cats who appeared to be apprentices- took her attention away from that. Oh, wonderful.. Don't tell me you're here to join ThunderClan. We aren't a Clan that takes in every sad kitty, you know.. Midnightstar thought, almost biting her lip but deciding instead to bite her tongue.
"What business do you have in ThunderClan's camp?" The ThunderClan leader held back a sigh as she padded over to the two younger cats and sat down in front of them, tail wrapping around her paws. Her red eyes were narrowed and appeared blank and emotionless as usual.
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Post by Splash on Mar 25, 2012 16:00:52 GMT -5
Hawkpaw was the first to talk, but, this was almost usual. "We can explain details later. Our medicine cat is helping an injured rouge and her sister on your territory. The rouges were attacked by a fox. Our medicine cat sent for you and Applehoney." In an odd way, Hawkpaw thought the most important lines in that were the 'we can explain details later'. There was quite a few details to explain. And, though not entirely in a rush, it would be best to get the cats Hawknight had asked for over to her - and quick. [*picks up scraps of muse of floor* Gotta put this thing back together.] |
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Post by Death on Mar 25, 2012 16:38:46 GMT -5
~AppleHoney~
[/center] Returning from her den after placing everything in the correct spots, she overheard the words "injured" , "medicine cat" , and "Applehoney." The burnt ginger she-cat sat next to her leader and waited for what she was to command. Her nose crinkled back a little at the sent of Shadowclan pouring off the pelts of the apprentices. Her jaw parted just enough to allow air to enter and escape through her mouth, with out the others knowing. She quietly sat and waited while breathing softly though her mouth to eliminate the horrid stench of Shadowclan. |
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