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Post by Frisby on Apr 12, 2010 14:28:47 GMT -5
Charcoalstar glanced over to Marblepaw and followed her gaze. He couldn't tell what it was that she was looking at--A frog? "What is it?" he called, hesitant to venture further through the filth.
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Post by froscogo on Apr 13, 2010 17:41:30 GMT -5
"I saw something big move, I think it's a cat!" she called over her shoulder. She gambled through the last bit of marsh and finally reached the cat. She gasped. "It is a cat! I think its thunderpaw! I remember him when I first joined the clan!" ooc- now we wait for you baraq! ;D
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Post by baraq on May 3, 2010 23:40:36 GMT -5
huh, who's there? thunderpaw said more hopefuly to himself, he woke from a blackout only moments ago and thought he had heard something larger than the pray he used to hunt moving nearby.
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Post by Frisby on May 4, 2010 5:51:37 GMT -5
Charcoalstar breathed in sharply, flicked his muddy tail. What kind of apprentice is this, that think she's a wolf, and knows every random cat we pass? He grimaced, but looked away from this 'Thunderpaw' so the little tom wouldn't think he was angry towards him. We'll probably turn back now--and not get our throats torn out be wolves. Today at least. Good riddance!
He held back, waiting for Marblepaw to say something, for she surely would. But then, remember that he was leader, he spoke up. "We are a DayClan patrol. Who are you?"
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Post by froscogo on May 9, 2010 8:53:48 GMT -5
Marblepaw crouched down next to the imaciated cat and pressed her shoulder into his side to help Thunderpaw to his feet. "I'm Marblepaw, we're going to take you home now." She looked up at Dragontooth as he came along side. He scooped up the tom by his scruff and slopped forward twords the camp.
ooc- Arrgh my computer is having difficulties
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Post by Frisby on May 9, 2010 13:17:41 GMT -5
ooc: D: Hopefully it'll get better...(Get a mac.) bic:
Charcoalstar was bristling on the inside but kept his face devoid of emotion. Did nobody listen to him? Marblepaw acted like she had the authority of a warrior sometimes, yet he didn't want to reprimand her. They'd think I can't control an apprentice. Maybe when she became a warrior things would improve. If she stepped out of line then, he would have good reason to punish.
I need to talk to Mistedstar.
Some part of him wondered what would happen if they disagreed. That couldn't end well.
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Post by froscogo on May 11, 2010 18:24:18 GMT -5
ooc- pc rocks the mac!!! ;D ( my keybord just needed a battery)
bic- (what did marblepaw do?) Dragontooth made it up to CHarcoalstar and placed the cat in front of him. "We should probrably hurry back to camp, I don't know if this cat can hold on another night..." rumbled the warrior. He didn't want to "dominate" the leader, he just didn't want to waste time.
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Post by Frisby on May 12, 2010 19:48:55 GMT -5
ooc: Ha. When pigs fly...Just because you have it/like it doesn't mean its good. Marblepaw decided for Charcoalstar that they were bringing Thunderpaw back. bic:
"Fine," the ebony leader growled, eyes low. The more the merrier. I don't care...What harm can an apprentice do anyway? "Follow me," he growled loudly, trying to assert his authority.
He squelched off towards their camp.
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Post by froscogo on May 13, 2010 19:28:34 GMT -5
ooc- i feel a fun feud comin on! ;D keep roleplayin baraq!
bic- Dragontooth followed and kept his head high so the scrawny cat didn't get dirty. ----------- Marblepaw slopped along and kept along with the others but paused every now and then to check if there was a wolf on the horizen....there wasn't. Marblepaw wasn't sure what she was feeling. She loved living with the wolves, they were her family. But she was part of Dayclan now, and felt loyal to it.... but .... arrgh! She didn't know what to think.
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Post by Frisby on May 14, 2010 19:37:04 GMT -5
ooc: Oy, not a fun one. bic:
Charcoalstar sighed as they finally made it back to camp. He stared down at his mod-caked legs irritably. "Marblepaw, you show Thunderpaw to the apprentice den and see if he needs anything from the healers."
The sun was sinking and the sky beginning to change colors. The day was a waste, but he supposed there was little urgency to mark borders while there was no competition. Tomorrow... Prey on the other hand--The fresh-kill pile needed refreshing.
Charcoalstar padded over to the leaders den where Mistedstar sat. "There's a new apprentice," he reported. "Thunderpaw. He'll need a mentor. We should also think about making some new warriors..."
"Yes, we'll have to tell the mentors to assess them..."
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Post by froscogo on May 15, 2010 19:20:40 GMT -5
Marblepaw stared after Charcoalstar ass he walked away. A flash of anger flared insde of her. "I'm going to take him straight the curers den.." she thought. Didn't Charcoalstar realize how jsick thunderpaw was. She caried the unconsious cat into the cave and laid him on a bed of moss. ---------------- Dragontooth wandered over to his brothers and flopped down on his bed of pineneedles. In a moment he was asleep. --------------- Willowrain looked over at the young cat and began to think of what herbs she needed to use.
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Post by Frisby on May 16, 2010 19:51:07 GMT -5
Asterfire looked over Willowrain's shoulder. "Does he have any open wound's?" she meowed. It was impossible to tell under all the mud. She padded around to stand opposite her fellow healer and then began to lick the caking mud from the little tom's pelt.
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Post by froscogo on May 20, 2010 16:50:42 GMT -5
Willowrain stuck out her tongue and went "ick, that mud must taste awful." She padded over to the pool in the back of the cave and soaked a giant wad of moss in it. He meow was muffled by the plant in her chaps, "Herf uof fish inted." (here, use this instead)
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Post by froscogo on May 20, 2010 16:53:22 GMT -5
Newpaw padded up to Ethre and Mudd and mewed cauciously, "wanna go hunting?"
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Post by Frisby on May 24, 2010 20:01:05 GMT -5
"Okay," Asterfire meowed. She continued cleaning the tom's fur, but with the moss instead. She hadn't minded the mud too much though.
"Um, I don't really want to go," Mudd meowed. "Ethre will go though." The blind she-cat sensed that her sister was uncertain about Newpaw, but becoming more open to him.
Ethre nodded hesitantly and then stood.
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