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 Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 8:53 pm
Aharon:
Ron had recieved a soft scolding, a day grounded to the den, and his mother's effectionate grooming following the incident around the pond. It had been world-crushing in the mind of a cub to have an entire day gone because of one little mistake like that. He hadn't spoken of Ace or her involvement, boys weren't like that. Snitching was for girls and he'd stand by that.
Two days after, he'd been allowed to go out on his own again. He was forbidden from going near the waterhole without supervision and, of course, there was no going to the border.
Brooding and in a sour mood, Aharon trudged his way from the densite.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 12:49 pm
She was punished, but not severely. Her daddy-daughter times were cut enough that she ailed and was made grumpy ....slightly. Always making the best out of things, she opted to learn how to make baskets from a neighboring mother. Which had taken her attention span enough to not gripe about not having father time. But even better, she made a basket to hold rocks.. Nice thick basic..
"RON~~!"
After making it, and her father giving her an 'ok just for a lil while' look, she darted to Ron's den to show him what she'd made and if they could use it. More, like it was a gift, and she searched out in the den but was denied when she hadn't seen him in there, and she turned around only to see his butt walking away.
"He-hey- wait! Ron! I made something for you!" As if nothing ever happened, and as if everything was joyful in the world... But oh, was she terribly wrong. Her up-beat nature would soon but cut off like a light switch!Thalion Terribly late I know. But I forgot these, and wanted to continue their plots if your up for it~ ill tag the other one later!
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 3:32 pm
Ron sighed, his ears rolling back and his shoulders hulking up. A stubborn pride ached and festered in the pit of his chest. He wanted to ignore her, to quietly punish her for the stunt near the pool that had led to being grounded. For a cub- it was the end of the world. It wasn't that he often strayed from the den, but the fact that the restriction was there was hard to swallow. But... that wasn't fair to Ace. He knew it wasn't. His pride demanded he keep walking, his head argued that he needed to get over himself. Thankfully, Ron was more reasonable than he was proud. Swallowing the dangerous emotion, he turned himself around. "Hi Ace...", He greeted her, his tone still heavy with disappointment. "You get grounded too?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2013 10:25 am
Bucking her heels as she tried to catch up, and finally he turned around. A smile plastered on her face when she saw him, and stumbled slightly as she tried to stop her speed in front of him. Trotting towards the end til the completely stop was executed. Wagging her tail, because of what she made. Putting down the basket.
"Ya.. Daddy wouldn't take me out.. he was really upset." Shaking her head. "BUTTT~~~~~~~~ I watched someone make baskets and trinkets.. and.. I made.. THIS for YOU!" Pushing the basket in front of her then nosing it towards him. "Do you like it? She put flowers and stuff in it~ and you can carry it around~" Nodding happily, with a cheesey smile. All her work- for all those days of being contained, she found use in it. At least to make it worth staying home for.
She hadn't noticed it before, but his words, now registered- he was probably just got off punishment too. "What.. did you do.. all..punishment?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 19, 2013 10:39 pm
The youth nearly forgot his aggravation and twitchy paws. She'd found something to do? Lucky... he was horrible at making crafts. Though crafting was...more of a girl's thing, he had seen some of the hunters spend time pulling the pelts from their kills and letting them dry to be used in the making of pelts. Some wore them along their paws, others on their backs. Still others fashioned them into pouches for their mates or beds for their little ones.
He froze as Ace nosed a very nice, very fine basket his way. His mouth fell open as he inspected it. She'd woven it very nicely. He could keep anything in there! Treasures, teeth, feathers, anything he wanted! And his siblings couldn't see... it would be perfect. "It's really good, Ace, really. I like it."
His ears lowered as he looked up. "...I can't make anything for you yet. But... maybe soon? I can try..."
What did he do? That, also, was a good question. "I....well nothing really. I slept a lot." And by a lot- he meant that. Of all his siblings, he slept like a champion. "There's not much to do when I'm grounded..."
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