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Post by sunflare on Nov 22, 2009 18:50:44 GMT -5
Ashfrost strolled into camp a silver fish clamped firmly in her jaws. She couldn't see how the other clans could stand their furry or, in the case of ShadowClan, slimy prey. A nice smooth fish was not only funner to catch, you didn't have to worry about chocking on feathers or what have you. She delivered the fish to the fresh kill pile with the same feeling of contentment she always got when she fed the clan. Yes it was shaping up to be a good day.
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Post by | COMRADE | on Nov 23, 2009 14:58:16 GMT -5
russetstorm crouched, flexing his claws and digging them into the earth as he got out of his nest. a scrap of moss itched his shoulder fur, and he twisted his head around to lap the piece of rummage out. a small yawn escaped from his maw, but he shrugged away his drowsiness. it was time to get to work. he blinked through the small holes in the ceiling of the warriors den. shafts of sunlight were pushing there way through, high above his head. mouse-dung! he thought, leaping to his paws. it's past sun high! rapidly he scrambled out of the den, glancing around the clearing. most of the cats were probably out on patrol or hunting already. feeling his fur flush hot with embarrassment, his gaze darted around the half-empty clearing. his eyes fell upon ashfrost as the light-gray furred warrior padded into the clearing with a fish hanging from her jaws. he blinked. not only did she make a good catch; but she was also one of the prettiest cats in the clan. trying to ignore the sudden feeling in his belly, he padded forward with his tail raised high. "hey," he meowed, as cheery as usual. "nice catch. were you going out hunting again?" he queried, tipping his head on one side.
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Post by sunflare on Nov 25, 2009 20:36:47 GMT -5
Ashfrost looked up with a bright smile. "Yes. It's a much to beautiful day to waste in the camp. And I just love the river this time of year. She took a good look at him. He wasn't a bad looking tom really. The familiar feeling of longing swelled up in her chest. Stop acting like a kit, Ashfrost! She scolded herself. It was a wonderful day. Why spoil it with thoughts of impossible romance? But still.. "Wanna come?" She forced her voice to stay calm and chipper but just a hint of her eagerness escaped. Why do I want him to say yes so bad?
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Post by | COMRADE | on Nov 27, 2009 12:49:49 GMT -5
russetstorm gazed ahead at the pretty she-cat. yes, it was a pretty day. but not just pretty because of the sun and buzz of prey. most of the great day seemed to be great because he was looking at the prettiest cat in riverclan. he forced himself to stop gawking like a startled squirrel. "uh, sure, he stammered. "hunting sounds great," he added unnecessarily. he found the tip of his tail stirring up behind him, and he struggled to keep it still. he began to pad forward, glancing at her, his red fur gleaming in the morning sun. "where do you want to hunt? near sunningrocks, or towards the windclan border?" he meowed. thinking to himself, he realized it wouldn't be safe either place. windclan was still tense over the battle they had awhile ago. thunderclan was always expecting riverclan warriors to hare over the border and take back what was rightfully riverclan territory. mouse-brains. who gave them the right to hunt on sunningrocks? he thought.
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Post by sunflare on Nov 27, 2009 23:23:02 GMT -5
"Ummm, Sunningrocks." Ashfrost answered after a moments thought. "WindClan may act a little mousebrained if they saw us near their territory." A mischievous smile spread across her face. "Race you to the river."
OOC: Sorry if it isn't to good. My pet guinea pig died and I'm depressed.
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Post by | COMRADE | on Nov 29, 2009 11:27:44 GMT -5
ooc:
don't worry about it. i'm sorry about your guinea pig. D:
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russetstorm grunted in agreement. his tongue felt tied and he found it hard to speak. stop being so gutter-brained! he thought, trying to regain his control. it felt as though he was stuck in a river, unable to find the surface. but there was warmth all around him, and there was no fear, only a feeling to try harder and harder to find the light... his eyes fixed on ashfrost again. yes, windclan still hates us for the border fight. they started it though, he thought, feeling a prickle of irritation as he remember his torn ear he got from thornstrike. what's done is done, he thought, although the torn ear would remain a permanent reminder of the fight. it didn't seem to bother his clan mates, though. race you to the river, ashfrost's words pushed through his fuzzy mind. a purr rose in his chest. "you better run then!" his voice cracked with amusement as he shot off towards the thunderclan border. hopefully there wouldn't be any thunderclan warriors there to spoil his day.
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Post by sunflare on Dec 3, 2009 0:08:16 GMT -5
Ashfrost lept and raced after the tom, a playful purr rising in her throat. "You won't beat me that easy Russetstorm!" She called after him.
OOC: Augh! I disown this post! Kill it! Really Violet has been dead for a while. I have just been moping about it more then I should...
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