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"Well," Littlewing started, flinging another paw full of moss at the pile. "He's in Riverclan." She mewed. "But his brother is here," Littlewing finished. The queen balled up the pile, adding more with a scrape of her claws. Her fur ruffled as the wind blue by. The Siberian flicked her ears, swiping a paw over her ears. |
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Redpaw had her hazel eyes focused on the surrounding area, and at Foxpaw's question, she flicked her ears and responded. "I think we'll need to get ready before we GO, so it'll be more, 'let's explain the rules then ready set go' when we get there." Her attention was still focused on scanning the trees around them, making sure they were going the right way. But she looked at Foxpaw for a moment and smirked, flicking him with her tail. "I hope you're a patient cat Foxpaw, explaining is going to take some time." As they continued on, Redpaw was slightly surprised at his question. She didn't really want to say her age, because she was so much older than she looked. She had that "young" look to her, and as an added bonus, she was super short. Not munchkin short, just short for a cat her age. "Oh.... I become a warrior in... About a moon." Redpaw meowed casually, ducking underneath a fern frond hanging over the path the two apprentices were on. She smiled a little, but you could see a hint of annoyance in her eyes. She then looked over her shoulder at Foxpaw. "If you needed an exact age, yes, I'm eleven moons. Deal with it." Her age and looks comparison was always a touchy subject to Redpaw, and she's didn't like to talk about it much. "And you, i'd have to guess ten to eleven moons?" She meowed, looking Foxpaw over. She then realized he still had some kit fluff, and her ears dropped slightly in embarrassment, but she didn't say anything. She simply focused her gaze ahead once more, continuing through the forest. |
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What had he done wrong? What possibly could have gone wrong that Drizzleshard would run off like that? Every line had gone smoothly, every word rumbling like honey in his throat, every syllable perfectly announciated so that she would hear everything he wanted her to. So that he would have her under his paw, wanting to get away, but always coming back for more. So then, why was she running away? Blazingcomet knew the effects of his flirting too well already... they had always worked like a charm. Except for once. Now, he was seeing them once more, something that could never be reversed. It's for the best. Never would have worked out. The tom thought with a shrug. A test. Had it been a test? Or something serious? Had it been all in good fun, or had he really wanted her to... to flirt back, to challenge him, to give him something he would remember? She gave me something to remember, all right. Blazingcomet grimaced at the movement. And, completely against her wishes, he did follow her. Down the hill and racing after her in that direction, his paws slapping against the ground with echoing sounds, until he saw a familiar grey and silver pelt. "It's not polite to run off in the middle of a date," He chuckled. Her facial expression had screwed itself up into an almost emotionally agonized one, though Blazingcomet was unsure whether the damage had been caused by him or not. |
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Her blazing green eyes were sharp, and the stench of the Dusk Syndicate surrounded her. Her claws clicked on stone as she stood right before the camp entrance, her black fur rippling in the wind. However, she wasn't looking for a fight- she was looking for her brother. "Will somebody please help me?" She huffed, loud enough hopefully that someone would hear her. |
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Raziel laid low to the ground, his hues trying to stay focused on the prey that laid ahead of him. However, his thoughts were lost, and he couldn't focus on the food ahead of him. When he was a kittypet, those moons ago, they seemed so long ago, especially now an older cat, much more experienced, and accepted by his clan mates. Though he could never quite understand their ways sometimes. Like their names. Such weird names these cats had. The tom himself, chose to keep the name which was given to him. Raziel. Named after some late kinsfolk, and gifted to an elderly wife. It was ashamed that her present escaped, but Raziel knew since he was a kit that he belonged out here. In the wild.
Yet, he could never find himself making the right moves. Constantly, he allowed his mind to run over. Therefore, losing potential prey for the clan. As the mouse scurried away, Raziel growled, but got up; defeated. It wasn't the first prey he lost, and he was certain that it wouldn't be the last. Robinstorm casually walked through the territory, padding his way as he felt the greenlands under his paws in a comfy manner. The way the earth's dirt matched his paws. Robinstorm liked to take walks. Especially if it were with his brother. He flicked his tail, and looked behind him just to make sure Hawkstorm was there. "Just checking on you." The tom replied, snickering as he matched in pace with his brother. Quite honestly, Robinstorm was glad that Hawkstorm suggested they got out for a walk. Who wouldn't love a walk on a nice day like this? Not too scorching hot, but it was there, and the way the sun gleamed down on them? It seemed like everything was perfect. Suddenly, the dark brown tom's nose scrunched. He could smell the live animals--the live prey around him. Robinstorm didn't like to eat much meat. In fact, the only meat he ate was fish. Some of the cats found it weird, yet surprising that he survived this long without eating meat. Unknown to them, Robinstorm would travel far until he found a nice lake, and he would fish until his stomach was satisfied. If that wasn't it, he was welcoming to the green leaves. In the distance the tom could make a familiar figure. A familiar shape, and his eyes flicked towards Hawkstorm. "Hey," he mewed, "Isnt that Raziel over there?" { @Random Melody } |
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"I dont need checking on." Hawkstorm retorted, allowing a soft laugh to escape his lips. His brother honestly amused him at times. Did he really think Hawk needed someone to check on him? Though, he couldnt help but feel warmed. His brother cared about him, and while he would never, ever, ever, say it out loud - Cause that would be totally uncool of course - He cared about Robinstorm just as much, if not more. He watched his brother's nose wrinkle in distaste from the smell of the animals around, but Hawkstorm found his mouth watering faintly. How his brother couldnt stand to eat meat, was beyond him. He didnt think he could live without it. Mostly because he couldnt stand eating the...Rabbit food that his brother did. Just thinking about it, Hawkstorm allowed a small scoff to escape him. His attention was directed toward Robinstorm once more, as he spoke a very familiar name. Immediately, Hawkstorm's ears seemed to pick up, almost eagerly. Then he composed himself, rolling his shoulders as he glanced over toward where his friend's scent was coming from. His heart almost skipped a beat. Almost. Hawkstorm shook his head, pushing down his feelings, pushing down his thoughts, like he always did. His voice was calm when he called out. "Hey, Razz!" |
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