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Post by Mistytail on Jul 20, 2010 8:59:18 GMT -5
StormClan, PineClan, PetalClan, and BlazeClan have, up until this season of greenleaf, been living relatively peacefully. But this particular greenleaf is hot and dry, with little rain to nourish the plants and animals. Will the Clans have to resort to stealing to feed themselves - or worse? Only time will tell.
Meanwhile, it's that time of year again in Twolegplace - time for kits six moons and older to see The Cutter. Some will go contentedly, but others might go to drastic measures to avoid such a fate. Will the loners and rogues of the alleys take kindly to strangers? Perhaps, perhaps not.
Let the action begin!
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Post by Mistytail on Aug 8, 2010 9:35:29 GMT -5
Mistytail bounded into the territory, kicking up dirt and grass behind her as she went. "Nyeh!" she sneered, sticking her tongue out at her following friend. "Can't catch me~!" It felt good to run around like an apprentice again- actually, it felt great. Why couldn't all warriors act like this? It was so refreshing!
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Post by Spike on Aug 11, 2010 21:50:42 GMT -5
Hawkmask leaped forward, swiftly rushing past her friend. The wind caused by her movement raked through her fur and she glanced back, checking the distance between herself and Mistytail.
"No," she said with a laugh. She jumped up, pushing off a tree trunk to gain speed. "You can't catch me!"
She continued running, her eyes scanning the area. She saw a large bush, lush and green, and snickered under her breath as she dove beneath the shrub.
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Post by Mistytail on Aug 11, 2010 21:53:37 GMT -5
"Wh-Hey!" Mistytail yowled as Hawkmask dove beneath the bush. "No fair!" She scrambled underneath it, getting caught in the roots and getting herself wonderfully stuck. "Uh...Hawkmask? ... Duuuuude?"
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Post by Spike on Aug 11, 2010 21:57:17 GMT -5
Hawkmask turned, narrowly avoiding tripping over a root. She laughed when her eyes lightened upon Mistytail, the white cat's body tangled in the roots of bush.
"Oh," she said. "Oops?"
With the branches of the bush scratching against her back, Hawkmask crawled to her friend. She examined the situation carefully before biting into one of the roots, pulling back as hard as she good until she heard a crack. She released the root, spitting the wood remnants out of her mouth, and used her claws to finish breaking it.
"There," she said, satisfied.
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Post by Mistytail on Aug 12, 2010 9:22:25 GMT -5
Mistytail shook herself and rolled out of the bush, laughing. "Oh, wow, that was a failed attempt at stealth!" She covered her muzzle with a paw and then rolled over on her stomach. "Whoo..." The white warrior rose and shook the dirt from her pelt. "Thanks, buddy," she said to Hawkmask good-naturedly. "Now we should probably be going to hunt, else we'll scare all the prey away."
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Post by Spike on Aug 18, 2010 16:19:12 GMT -5
Hawkmask nodded her head and crawled out from under the bush. She shook out her fur, hoping that she got all the little leaves and twigs out of it, and glanced behind her at her friend.
"Which direction?" she asked.
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Post by Mistytail on Aug 25, 2010 14:07:54 GMT -5
Mistytail sniffed. "Hm...I think...maybe by the Otter Stream." The Otter Stream was the quietest and slowest-moving of the streams in StormClan territory. Its water was a bit murky, but it was always plentiful with water voles and a few smallish fish. Most warriors considered it an ideal place to train apprentices to fish, and kits to swim.
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