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Post by oenomaus on Sept 20, 2015 6:59:27 GMT -5
(You guys post too fast XD Anything I need to reply to?)
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Post by Tsu-shi on Sept 20, 2015 13:43:45 GMT -5
Not really. Nothing but hunting so far. When will there be a major event? beech ))
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Post by beech on Sept 20, 2015 13:52:48 GMT -5
((Sometime soon.))
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Post by Tsu-shi on Sept 20, 2015 13:55:38 GMT -5
Ahh. Okay. We'll have to talk about it in the discussion.))
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Post by Reed on Sept 20, 2015 14:07:24 GMT -5
Yep what would it be?))
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Post by Tsu-shi on Sept 20, 2015 14:13:24 GMT -5
Who knows? I'm borded. Can we do a time skip, beech ?))
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Post by Reed on Sept 20, 2015 14:14:39 GMT -5
((I think maybe lack of prey or a fire well it's up to you Gray)
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Post by oenomaus on Sept 20, 2015 16:26:48 GMT -5
(Anyway...Rp time for me!) Bearfang fluffed out his fur and looked around. I guess I'll go hunting. he thought and padded away from the deputy, flicking his tail before padding out of camp. He scented the air and crouched down. Mouse! he thought and stalked forward. Sure enough the small creature was nibbling on a nut not too far ahead. He stalked forward and pounced, trapping the mouse between his paws. Giving a satisfied purr he buried it and scented the air once more.
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Post by 𝓡𝓐𝓘𝓝𝓨 on Sept 21, 2015 9:55:17 GMT -5
(recap)
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Post by Tsu-shi on Sept 21, 2015 11:20:18 GMT -5
Nothing. Literally, Nothing. Oh,Bearfang went hunting, though.))
Crimsonfoot stood under an oak tree, scratching moss off the thick, dry bark. He swiped a strip off, leaving most of the roots behind. Sighing, he skittered around the tree to look for more. He started to wish he had an apprentice to help him out. Gathering moss for the elders wasn't his favorite task at all. In fact, he didn't even want to do it in the first place! Maybe Shadowpaw might be free...he thought as he picked up his small bundle of moss and headed back to camp.
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Post by 🎄Vegan the Festive Goat🎄 on Sept 22, 2015 21:00:48 GMT -5
Batwhisker eyes widened as he looked back and forth. His tail fluffed up slightly and his eyes were pulled back. /W-whereis he?/ he thought almost whispering it to himself. He sharply turned back and walked quite quickly to Krestalstar and meowed with a slitgh worry in his soft tone "Do you know where Graypaw is?".
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Post by ThunderStorm on Sept 23, 2015 7:13:57 GMT -5
RainsweptFlower paused as Batwhisker mentioned her son. "Graypaw isn't in his den?!" She took a deep breath, her tail swaying back and forth. "He might have just gone swimming or...Fishing, or anything." She suggested halfheartedly. WrenKit scrambles back into the nursery, leaving her brother behind. She padded to the corner of the den and curled into a tight ball, staring at the entrance. She was waiting for her brother to walk in. ( Reed)
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Post by 🎄Vegan the Festive Goat🎄 on Sept 23, 2015 10:33:13 GMT -5
Batwhisker's worry bounced the calm words out if his ears. "Y-yeah...." He supported himself by crouching. An idea striked the black warrior's mind and he couldn't help blurting it out with an almost deafening, squeaky tone "I'll just go hunting!" His paws shuffled and his tail wrapped around them.
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Post by Tsu-shi on Sept 23, 2015 11:09:00 GMT -5
Growling, Crimsonfoot struggled to heave the huge load of moss into the camp. It kept slipping out the sides of his mouth. Twice he had to stop and re-adjust his grip, muttering curses under his breath. As crimsonfoot headed back into camp, he nearly collided with a cat. "RRROWWW!!! Watch where you're going, furball!" He spat at the cat. He blinked and noticed that the black fur belonged to Batwhisker.
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Post by Reed on Sept 23, 2015 11:13:35 GMT -5
Graypaw looked at the starry she cat.He glanced up at the sky it was clear"so what's your name?"he asked"I'm barkfoot"the torrtieshell replied and began to fade"wait!dont leave"he yowled towards the she-cat"re...you....must..."she stuttered as she faded.Graypaw woke up suddenly"what?"he grumbled.He rolled over and glanced up at the tree tops.He curled his fluffy tail around his back.A single bird sang from the tree top,it was a robin.
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