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 Posted: Sun May 18, 2008 5:39 pm
SVU_Detective_Peterson ooc:// Okey-dokey! ^-^ I wonder who changed it, then? question Oh well. Oh yeah, welcome Mew! ^_^//
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2008 6:27 pm
ooc:// Oh, thx! I remeber now... Lol, I was kinda begging... sweatdrop I was just, well, y'know, caught off-guard. sweatdrop //
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 1:23 pm
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 4:42 pm
PiratexXxAngel ((lol drama much Kei? xD oh and your right your right it's Silvertail Dx i got mixed up! ... thankyou ima edit it ^^)) ((Well, if you almost got haalf your body torn off by dogs, I don't think you'd be too hyped about getting moved either. xd ))
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 6:40 pm
[Thanks! I'm happy to be here! ^-^ ]
Sunfeather got up and bounded over to Beesting, prodding him playfully with a sheathed paw. "Come on, lazy bones," The golden she-cat purred. "Let's go hunting."
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 4:24 pm
Beesting surveyed Sunfeather nonchalantly, locking eyes with her. After a few moments, he raised himself of the ground, stretching each of his legs individually. When he was satisfied with the condition of his previously tense limbs, he padded to Sunfeather's side, blinking down at her.
"Lead the way."
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 5:52 pm
Sunfeather purred, her tail waving in the air, and she pranced out of camp. She scented the air; the territory was teeming with prey! "Let's co this way," She mewed, pointing to her left with her tail, in the direction of the river. "We could fish and hunt."
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 7:26 pm
((this post is out of boredom and therefore has little substance... i apologize... but we've been at a stand still since wednesday O_O... nightmare giraff... i believe we're waiting on Dragoneyes... sorreh))
Silvertail sat in front of the nurery still. Just licking her paws and perking her ears up and lifting her head every few minutes. She noticed a few other cats about in the camp. Do they not know the clan's situation? Beesting and Sunfeather just left the camp, but she refused to leave her post. The most precious thing to her in the world was sleeping inside and she would not leave it even if it caused her death. But she couldn't help but wonder what was going on between the leader, Dampfoot, and the invading Windclan cats.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 8:58 am
ooc:// Yes, I shall post out of boredom, too.. Moonkit has been watching them for days.. @_@//
Moonkit gasped as she realized what had happened, putting all of the pieces of what she knew together to form the basic outline of what had happened; the Windclan cats were coming to inform Riverclan of Sandpaw's attack by dogs. Moonkit's stomach turned, threatening to make her throw-up. She had expected something like this to happen, but still found it hard to cope with. Is Sandpaw okay? How many dogs were there? Why didn't they bring him to us? Will the Windclan cats accuse us of attack? So many questions flew about her mind that it was hard to concentrate on just one of them. Moonkit forced herself to sit and listen, although her desire to run and hide away forever was great.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 5:17 pm
Beesting dipped his head slightly to show his consent, padding after Sunfeather silently. His mind reflected on her personality, subconsciously flicking to Dampfoot. The two femmes could almost be considered polar opposites. Sunfeather was always in a cheery mood, ever the optimist. Dampfoot's manner more closely represented his own: quiet, withdrawn, generally calm. The big difference between Beesting and Dampfoot was that though Dampfoot did not display her emotions frequently, she still had them. Boredom, primarily. Nevertheless, she still experienced all of the feelings Beesting did not.
Beesting blinked himself back into reality, casually flicking his left ear to rid himself of a stray fly that was lurking about him. They were approaching the lake rapidly; with some luck, it would be thawed and flowing smoothly. Newleaf was inching ever closer, as was the upcoming gathering. Prey was returning, and shy buds had begun to poke their green heads through the icy forest floor. Beesting could feel the rising apprehension that rippled throughout his Clan; Newleaf was indeed a happy prospect. It had been a rough Leafbare.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 4:34 pm
"Mrrow!" A sudden splash marked Sunfeather's position, as her gleaming golden fur came back into view. She ws quite wet, but, like many Riverclan cats, was not bothered by her soaked pelt.
In fact, she seemed to enjoy it.
"Don't you just love those random streams," She purred enthusiastically aswatter dripped off of her whiskers. "And look at this!" The warrior dropped a lump of dark brown fur on the ground; a water vole. Sunfeather prodded at her catch with a sheathed paw. "Isn't it huge?" The she-cat turned her odd-colored eyes to the older warrior, cheer sparkling in their depths.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 8:45 pm
((ok you guys we gotta be quick about this... because the gathering starts today... i'm going to change the story a little. We can't wait for nightmare any longer [sorry nightmare] ok here we go... bear with me.))
Torrenstar was waiting for Dragoneyes answer when he shook his head. Remembering that there was no medicine cat in Riverclan at the moment, so it would be impossible for them to take care of Sandpaw in the camp. Thankfully the gathering was very close at hand, so they could discuss the issue there and perhaps Torrenstar could speak to Windclan's leader in person. "On second thought," Torrentstar lifted his head and addressed Dragoneyes. "perhaps it would be best to discuss this issue at the gathering. Your leader will be there, will he not?"
Lightpaw halfly breathed a sigh of relief. Though she didn't know why. Maybe it was because at a gathering, all clans were sworn to keep peace, which meant that the two clans were prohibited by Starclan to get into a brawl over this situation. She nodded to herself. This was a good idea.
Torrentstar spotted Lightpaw's nod and took it as the answer to his question. "Alright then, at the gathering." He nodded to Dragoneyes and then to Lightpaw before turning around and heading back to camp. He whispered to Dampfoot pver his shoulder as he passed, "Take another cat with you to escort them off our territory." By escort of couurse, he meant 'make sure they get off our land, and remark the border'. He looked at Dampfoot with serious eyes. As soon as they got back he would have to hold a meeting to decide who was going to the gathering... although he already had a pretty good idea.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 6:57 am
Moonkit gasped as she saw Torrentstar and Dampfoot coming back her way. Sliding around in a flurry of dust, she sprinted as fast as her legs would let her all the way back to camp. as she approached the entrance, she slipped into the reeds and went around the main entrance. She then skuttled into the nursery through the small hole which she had created. "What a day..." She mumbled, the lowered her head to think about what might become of Sandpaw before the gathering. She could only hope that the Windclan cats wouldn't be too hard on him.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 1:50 pm
Dampfoot acknowledged Torrentstar with an obedient nod.
When she turned to face the foreigners again, her face was grim and business-like.
"In your own time.." She said slowly, her voice laced with subtle hostility.
Silver tail flicked purposefully in the direction of the river, silently informing the pair before her that Dampfoot expected them off of her Clan's territory without further delay, now that the ordeal had been sorted to the best of their ability.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 8:46 pm
Silvertail's eyes grew wide as she spotted Torrentstar heading back into the camp. She whipped around and ducked into the nursery to find Moonkit covered in dirt. She couldn't give it too much thought before she had already blurted out, "Moonkit they're back let's go find out what happened!" in a hushed tone.
She rushed out of the nursery and bounded over to Torrentstar. Half excited, half worried. Before she reached him she composed herself as best she could and nodded her head in respect before addressing him.
"So what happened?" She couldn't help the shaky excitement in her voice.
Torrentstar didn't stop when Silvertail addressed him. He didn't even look at her. He was thinking about his little mousebrained apprentice. And worrying about him like a fluffed up queen. Although he didn't show it. "Everything's fine." for now he couldn't help but think. He took a deep breath and looked at Silvertail. "We've decided to discuss it at the gatring." He didn't show any emotion in his voice. He was clearly worried but he didn't want his clan to see that. He nodded to Dampfoot once more and headed for his den. He had alot to think about. As soon as Dampfoot and whoever she took with her to follow the Windclan cats out got back to camp he'd hold the meeting. He already knew who he was bringing to the gathering. This would be an extremely important one so there would be no messing around, only a few clan members would be going. And he was also thinking about other things. Like the fact that they had no medicine cat. This was bad on so many levels. In a way he was eternally grateful to Windclan, for taking his apprentice in. If the same thing had happened on their territory they would nt have been able to take care of Sandpaw and this worried him. Also, the fact that they had no medicine cat, might make the other clans take advantage of them. This worried him immensely. Should they even make notice of that fact at the gathering? And also there was no deputy either. But he had some private thoughts on that also. "Oh Starclan give me strength." He hushed as he closed his eyes, lying down in his den to marinate in his thoughts.
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