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 Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 11:08 am
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A small creek that can be found at the edge of their feilds. Theres no fish in it, but its clean drinking water. It become dry and muddy without rain but can
flood with to much rain.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 12:16 am
Quickriver
Being so quick and willing to flee..
Quickriver sniffed around the rushes surrounding the jovial creek, searching for something worth eating. Satisfied that the smell of prey surrounded her, the she-cat sat down and took a drink of water, careful not to disturb the small prey-creatures. She could detect a water-vole, which was a bit too musty for her taste, lurking among the grasses, searching for its own prey. Circling around it, she found its burrow and began to inch towards it. A foxtail away from it, she pounced, not aiming to catch it, but to scare it.
Scare it, she did, as the water vole gave a startled shriek and ran as fast it could on tiny paws. The spotted warrior gave an amused purr, caught up to it in another leap and dispatched it quickly. Her amusement faded considerably when the creekside became silent except for the constant flow of water.
Still satisfied with her catch, the warrior turned tail and headed back for camp.
..must mean I'm smarter than you.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 3:09 am
[Aww man, double post. D; ]
Quickriver
Being so quick and willing to flee..
Quickriver jogged over to the creek for the second time that day. The wind was in her fur, the creek was meowing cheerfully to her, and the sun was out and everything was warm and nice. However, the golden she-cat wasn't feeling all that great. Quickriver had a reason to be nervous - there was a loner going to their camp. For all she knew, he was probably there. She wanted to be there to defend the kits, but if Blizzardstar trusted this cat enough to let him enter camp, then she must trust his judgement. Anyway, Ravenflight needed her to get some chervil and comfrey roots.
The warrior opened her mouth automatically to smell the prey scents, and felt her belly rumble with hunger as musty scents flooded in. She shook her head - she was on a mission and it was not food. She padded over to the creek and itched a paw into it - withdrawing it like lightning, it was cold. She grimaced and poked around the creekside - looking for the herbs.
She soon found a pawful of comfrey and dug them up whole - Ravenflight would need the roots. Quickriver swung her muzzle around, searching for chervil - a bush like plant that would be a bit further away from the creekside then the comfrey.
Discovering a plant to far away, she bounded over happily, plucked enough to satisfy the Clan medicine cat, and began to dash back home fast as her legs would carry her.
..must mean I'm smarter than you.
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