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Post by Riverstar on Jan 22, 2010 0:01:36 GMT -8
Riverstar had watched Marshpaw scadadle off after Duskfur, who was already beginning to show him around his new den. He flicked his ears to the scurrying of paws as Bluepaw came dashing out in disarray, her pelt littered from dirt and her bedding. Blinking a moment, Riverstar had not even the heart to condemn her to cleaning out the elder's den that day. She had clearly embarrassed herself enough. Standing, the noble leader purred lightly, flicking his tail. "You really should be more punctual Bluepaw. If you want to be a warrior as quickly as you wish that is." |
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Post by Duskstar on Jan 24, 2010 19:47:09 GMT -8
The she-cat lowered her head as Riverstar spoke. Her eyes closed in disappointment. Had she expected anything less? She looked up at the tom with her teal eyes. "I know. I'm sorry." she mewed softly. "Where are we going today?"
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Post by Marshpaw on Jan 25, 2010 18:50:01 GMT -8
Marshpaw looked around the den, searching each and every crevice to make sure nothing was lurking within them. It seemed safe enough, and Duskfur didn't seem frightened. Okay, just relax, he told himself, trying to build up his confidence. He looked at the piles of herbs. Their different shapes and sizes intrigued him. Each had a different smell too. Some more sharp than others, but each interesting nonetheless. "What are these called?" he asked, nodding toward a pile of leaves with sharp jagged edges. "And those?" He pointed at pile of berries.
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