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Post by Tsu-shi on Sept 23, 2015 11:18:21 GMT -5
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Post by 🎄Vegan the Festive Goat🎄 on Sept 23, 2015 11:22:48 GMT -5
Batwhisker was knocked on his back. "S-sorry!" He yowled "I'm just worried about my apprentice..." He started to get up.
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Post by oenomaus on Sept 23, 2015 11:25:02 GMT -5
(Recap?)
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Post by Tsu-shi on Sept 23, 2015 11:25:22 GMT -5
Crimsonfoot dropped his huge load of moss. "No, no, I'm the one who should be apologizing." He mewed silkily, his eyes glittering. "Of course any mentor would be worried about their lost apprentice." He finished, spitting out a piece of moss from his teeth.
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Post by Tsu-shi on Sept 23, 2015 11:26:03 GMT -5
Graypaw is gone and Crimsonfoot bumped into Batwhisker, who is worried about his apprentice.))
GTG))
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Post by oenomaus on Sept 23, 2015 11:32:30 GMT -5
(Okay) Bearfang padded back into camp with his prey. He went silently over to the fresh-kill pile and set it down, looking around. Camp is empty today. he thought and sat down, turning his head to clean his shoulder.
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Post by 🎄Vegan the Festive Goat🎄 on Sept 23, 2015 19:22:57 GMT -5
Batwhisker gave his chest a lick of embarrassacy. "Y-yeah... I'll go hunting, maybe he went hunting himself!" Purred Batwhisker. Be fully got up and padded to the exit with a worried look on his face and a heart flowing with fear.
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Post by ☮theCorgiLiv☮ on Sept 23, 2015 19:48:00 GMT -5
Mapleswift stood up and headed towards the camp entrance, looking at every cat going by. She decided that she would go hunting, as she had been slack for the past two days. She hoped that she would get a big catch to make up for it.
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Post by ☮theCorgiLiv☮ on Sept 23, 2015 19:53:11 GMT -5
Ps you still haven't added me to the clan list , if you want I can repost it.
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Post by 🎄Vegan the Festive Goat🎄 on Sept 23, 2015 21:16:58 GMT -5
Batwhisker saw Maplestripe but only gave a small nod to her. He wrestled his fear with every step, but not showing an ounce. (I'm guessing that StormClan has the same camp as RiverClan?) He plunged his right forepaw into the cool water, the fur on his paw clumped up, and chilled his skin only to be warmed when it was used to the slight chill. Batwhisker slowly did the same with the other three paws and slowly waded across with his tail getting soaked as it was floating on the round river which protects his camp. He stopped at the edge and slowly placed both of his forepaws on the warm ground, gathering some dirt in-between his pads. With a push the black warrior was on dry land licking his paws clean.
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Post by Tsu-shi on Sept 24, 2015 11:08:04 GMT -5
Crimsonfoot stared at where Batwhisker had disappeared into the reeds. Scoffing, he gathered up his moss (with difficulty) and padded into the camp. Before he could make it to the warrior's den, he tripped over a small hole. Pain shot up Crimsonfoot's front paw. He yowled, crashing to the ground and spilling moss everywhere.
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Post by 🎄Vegan the Festive Goat🎄 on Sept 25, 2015 4:42:47 GMT -5
Batwhisker heard Crimsonfoot's yowl and fear surged through his vains. He rushed off like a deer as his paws gathered light green specks from the grass. He dodged a tree and crouched down to stop himself. A rustle came from a fox length away and he saw a large brown creature with long ears. It was a rabbit and it looked around but went back to grazing. Batwhisker crouched a bit further and raised his hind legs and lunged at it, holding its chest with his claws. The rabbit bucked and buck until he sank his teeth in to its neck and the rabbit stumbled a bit and Batwhisker started to drag his huge kill back to camp.
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Post by Tsu-shi on Sept 25, 2015 6:18:42 GMT -5
Crimsonfoot, cursing under his breath, tried to move. He got to his paws. Pure pain shot up his front leg and he stumbled down to the ground again."Mousedung!" He snarled, flinching as he tried to move again. He glared at the moss that was scattered around him and at the hole which had tripped him.
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Post by ThunderStorm on Sept 25, 2015 6:39:38 GMT -5
RainFlower scampered over to CrimsonFoot. "CrimsonFoot, Here." She meows softly. "Lean on me." Her tail lightly gathering the a strew moss.
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Post by 🎄Vegan the Festive Goat🎄 on Sept 25, 2015 6:57:03 GMT -5
Batwhisker padded back to the camp, every step was an effort. The rabbit he pulled was large, he knew it would feed at least three hungry warriors. He reached the pond surrounding the camp pushed the dead rabbit into it. It fur became matted and clumped. He stepped into the pond and it washed away the grass stains on his paws. He used the rabbit as a raft and kicked his hind legs to propel himself to the other side, becoming soaked in the process. Batwhisker reached the other side and plunged his head under the soaked carcass and bucked his head up to get the rabbit on dry land. He dragged it into the freshkill pile and lay down beside it.
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