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Post by leo on Aug 6, 2008 21:51:17 GMT -5
"Touchie." Basilpaw mewed, quickly sticking his tounge out before wriggling away.
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Post by solarflare on Aug 6, 2008 21:52:00 GMT -5
"Hey!..." Paintedfeather laughed, chasing after him.
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Post by leo on Aug 6, 2008 21:56:16 GMT -5
"Last one to the fresh-kill pile is a mouse-brain!" He mewed. He had forgotten his hunger, but his stomach was rumbling now as he ran towards the fresh-kill pile.
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Post by Gigi on Aug 6, 2008 21:57:51 GMT -5
Nightstealth laughed, and then raced with Paintedfeather and Basilpaw to the fresh-kill pile. Basilpaw was in the lead, and he was running neck-and-neck with Paintedfeather.
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Post by solarflare on Aug 6, 2008 22:14:21 GMT -5
Paintedfeather increased his speed, and as he neared the pile in first place, tripped and fell, rolling to a stop only a foxlength away...
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Post by Gigi on Aug 6, 2008 22:29:51 GMT -5
Nightstealth stole second place, skidding to a halt beside Paintedfeather, and in the process he knocked over a couple pieces of prey.
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Post by Happy on Aug 7, 2008 5:30:28 GMT -5
"Mrrooow, have you guys been chasing each other without me?" A slender, honey orange tabby came from the apprentices den, looking at the warriors and apprentices. The cat's light amber eyes were slightly narrowed in annoyance, probably because the cat was sleeping while its friends were having fun together. The cat looked like female; a slender, light framed cat, with light fur. However, it was a male, and his name was Ribbonpaw, an apprentice, soon to be warrior, of ThicketClan. Three pale, pink scars ran from his forehead to his nose, parting the tabby markings on his face. The cat took a few steps on the forest floor, then bounded to the fresh-kill pile, totally forgetting that he was supposed to be offended. Ribbonpaw took a few sniffs of the prey that Nightstealth had scattered. The fresh-kill still had a delicious scent to it even though it wasn't warm. I'll hunt later, and maybe get a bite from that.. the apprentice thought; he, unlike some apprentices, would rather hunt first, then eat.
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Post by Gigi on Aug 7, 2008 13:28:41 GMT -5
Nightstealth sat down, curling his tail over his paws so that they blended in with each other.
"Oh, hey, Ribbonpaw," he purred, grinning at Paintedfeather. "Yeah - just us immature warriors, at it again." He turned his grin to the apprentice. "But hush hush...don't tell anyone, or it's back to picking through the elders' pelts for us!" He laughed, flicking Paintedfeather with his tail. When they were apprentices, they always got into trouble, and so they ended up in the elders' den a lot more than apprentices normally do.
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Post by leo on Aug 7, 2008 13:45:27 GMT -5
In the half second he spoted Ribbonpaw out of the corner of his eye, Basilpaw thought they were being approached by a she-cat. But he noticed it was Ribbonpaw moments later. How embarrasing - but then again he made that mistake about his friend every so often. He had a feminineness about him. "Hey Ribbonpaw." He mewed, picking up a mouse.
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Post by Gigi on Aug 7, 2008 14:27:33 GMT -5
Nightstealth took a squirrel from the fresh-kill pile and settled down next to the others.
"Ribbonpaw, have you hunted for the elders and queens yet? If you have, get some prey and come eat with us." he meowed, and nodded to Paintedfeather. "You to, mousebrain. Get some prey."
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Post by solarflare on Aug 7, 2008 16:04:39 GMT -5
"Oh, alright." Paintedfeather pouted. Doing as he was told...
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Post by Gigi on Aug 7, 2008 18:07:29 GMT -5
Nightstealth laughed, then began acting like he was Paintedfeather's mentor, as a joke.
"And don't forget to clean out the elder's den flooring after this. It's flithy! Then we'll go out and I'll teach you how to really fight." he meowed, grinning at his friend.
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Post by leo on Aug 7, 2008 18:23:36 GMT -5
Basilpaw giggled, watching with amusement as Nightstealth ordered around Paintedfeather.
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Post by Happy on Aug 7, 2008 18:28:00 GMT -5
"Yea, good morning, everybody. And geeze, Nightstealth," Ribbonpaw scoffed. "How do you expect me to hunt for the elders when dawn only just came?" the honey orange tabby mewed, brushing a tongue over his back. His stomach was clawed slightly with hunger, but he guessed that he could wait. "When is a hunting patrol coming out?"
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Post by Gigi on Aug 7, 2008 18:38:23 GMT -5
Nightstealth smiled at Basilpaw, then looked back at Ribbonpaw.
"Well, I don't know. It was just a thought," he meowed, then paused. "I don't know, but maybe we could go out as a hunting patrol. We'll have to ask, though."
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