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Post by Darkie on Mar 11, 2007 14:17:39 GMT -5
Nightfur looked down at her paws. I am so bored, I wish my warrior duties were still here. She layed there, wishing she could play with all the other cats. Fox-dung, I'm hungry! She yowled out, hopeing someone could hear her so she could eat.
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Post by Darkie on Apr 21, 2007 21:34:35 GMT -5
(( Double Post ))
Darkpaw walked into the den with a stick full of mouse bile. "Hawe ume icks?" He dropped the stick then repeated himself. "Have some ticks?" Darkpaw walked up to Nightfur and gave her a respectful lick on the shoulder. "No, Darkkit, I have no ticks." Nighfur got up. "Thanks anyway."
"It's Darkpaw now." Darkpaw stated, proudly.
"You don't act like a kit nor an apprentice!" Nightfur looked at him. "If was leader, I'd make you a warrior now." Both of them let out a mrrow of laughter. "Lets go and do something." Nightfur started toward the entrance. "If you want to." Darkpaw followed.
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Post by winterleaf on Apr 21, 2007 21:37:42 GMT -5
Breezefeather trampled from the bushes with prey in her mouth. She left it in the fresh-kill pile and started to wander aimlessly by the Riverclan camp. She spotted Nightfur and Darkpaw talking. The dappled warrior headed towards them with an eager smile. "Good morning" she greeted and bowed at both cats.
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Post by Darkie on Aug 18, 2007 9:49:03 GMT -5
Nightfur bowed in delight. "Good morning, Breezepaw, oh wait, you might be a warrior now... I heard someone of the name Breezefeather." Darkpaw nodded to his grandmother. "She's Breezefeather, and you have to get around more often, gran!" He teased.
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