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Post by oenomaus on Jun 20, 2015 18:11:32 GMT -5
(Sure)
Streampaw followed Blackpaw into the den and curled up next to him, purring. She fell asleep and had a dream that Discord is to lazy to type.
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Post by ★Echobrook the Reindeer★ on Jun 21, 2015 13:57:36 GMT -5
"Yes, of course." Kestrelwings purred, following her.
(MORNING NOWH no more night time posts x2)
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Post by oenomaus on Jun 21, 2015 14:23:21 GMT -5
Streampaw woke up with a yawn. She got up and padded out of the den. She wondered where Kestrelwings was so she could do training. ( ★Echobrook the Reindeer★)
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Post by ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ on Jun 21, 2015 14:28:13 GMT -5
Spiderclaw stirred in his nest as the morning arrived. He opened his eyes and gazed around the warriors den. As much as he wanted to go back to sleep, he knew that he had promised to join Nightpath on the morning hunting patrol, so he fought the urge to go back to sleep. Instead, he sat up and began to groom his messy pelt. Once his black tabby fur was glossy and shiny, he rose to his feet and padded outside. ( Cloverheart ✿)
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Post by Cloverheart ✿ on Jun 21, 2015 14:53:54 GMT -5
Nightpath purred, seeing the black cat walk out of the den. "Good morning." She leapt onto the meeting rock and called out. "Hunting patrol! Spiderclaw, Kestrelwings, Streampaw, and Silverwhisker, come with me." She leapt down, nodding to the cats and bounding out of camp. "Let's head towards the burnt sycamore." She said. While it was a good hunting ground, it also gave Kestrelwings space to train Streampaw in hunting.
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Post by ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ on Jun 21, 2015 15:00:02 GMT -5
Spiderclaw followed Nightpath toward the burnt sycamore. He purred as he allowed himself to catch up and walk alongside his mate. It was a lovely morning, for sure, and the forest seemed to be lush with prey, as it always was in this time of the year. Although he was next to Nightpath, he didn't speak, for he seemed to be lost in thought. ( Cloverheart ✿)
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Post by oenomaus on Jun 21, 2015 15:01:51 GMT -5
Streampaw smiled and followed Nightpath. This would give her and Kestrelwings some time to train. (When do you want Silverwhisker and Nightpath to find out that Streampaw is their half sister? Cloverheart ✿ pumeii)
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Post by ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ on Jun 21, 2015 15:03:34 GMT -5
(Doesn't Spiderclaw have an apprentice now?)
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Post by oenomaus on Jun 21, 2015 15:07:53 GMT -5
(Blackpaw, I believe.)
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Post by ★Echobrook the Reindeer★ on Jun 21, 2015 15:10:38 GMT -5
Kestrelwings glanced at Streampaw. "Can you smell any prey?" He asked. (Also, Blackpaw is confined to camp for a moon due to crossing the border)
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Post by Cloverheart ✿ on Jun 21, 2015 15:10:55 GMT -5
((Maybe they can get into a conversation about their family.))
Nightpath walked along, leaves crunching beneath her paws. She looked over, and, noticing he was lost in thought, tapped Spiderclaw's flank with her tail. "Race ya." She whispered in his ear, then took of towards the burnt sycamore, laughing.
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Post by oenomaus on Jun 21, 2015 15:19:53 GMT -5
(Yeah. What kin do they share, mother or father?) Streampaw scented the air. "Mouse." she meowed.
Snakefang grumbled. "Confined to camp for a moon! I wasn't the flea-brain that crossed the border! I was just getting the bee-brain!" he hissed to himself.
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Post by pumeii on Jun 21, 2015 17:49:58 GMT -5
Those who know me love me. Those who don't know me love me from afar.
(I'm just gonna skip Silverwhisker waking up<3)
Silverwhisker padded a little ways away from Kestrelwings' and his apprentice. Crouching into the hunters crouch, she scented the air for prey. She could smell Streampaw's mouse, but she also smelled a strong scent of thrush. Moving around a tree silently, she saw the bird picking at something in the leaves. Crouching down lower, letting her tail rest in the grass, she crept forward softly. Once she was close enough, she pounced on the unsuspecting creature, grabbing it in her claws and dealing a killing bite to the neck.
Blackpaw woke up from his sleep, noticing the Streampaw's nest was empty. A chill ran down his spine, along with a tinge of guilt. Of course she's gone, he thought. She gets to be a normal apprentice while I'm stuck in camp for a whole moon! Blackpaw padded out of the apprentice's den and over to the fresh-kill pile and sat down, grabbing a small frog.
(Maybe by mother. But like their mother is dead? And maybe Streampaw's father is from a different Clan?)
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Post by oenomaus on Jun 21, 2015 17:52:46 GMT -5
(Ya, maybe someone could make the father, like in ThunderClan or something, and then someone else could make the mother, and then they could meet. I'm willing to make the mother if yes.)
Streampaw crouched down and stalked the mouse. She pounced, landing on the creature, she swiftly bit it's neck.
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Post by pumeii on Jun 21, 2015 17:54:29 GMT -5
Those who know me love me. Those who don't know me love me from afar.
(Maybe we can ask someone on the msg thread if they want to be the father. And the mother can be dead if it makes it easier?)
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