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Post by littlesong42 on Dec 1, 2016 18:18:34 GMT -5
Ibisfeather thanked Russetsong but denied her help. "Don't worry, Swiftsky and I can handle this myself," She purred, "It's not that much to clean up. Plus, I think you may be needed on a hunting patrol soon, the fresh-kill pile is getting low." She smiled at the queen and returned to sorting the herbs back in their proper place. Lynxclaw flicked his tail, watching quietly as Russetsong bustled her kits back into the nursery. He glanced back as the she-cat hurried to the medicine cat den, and padded over to the fresh-kill pile. He picked out a plump vole and sad down in the shade, laying the prey down at his paws. Russetsong smiled back sympathetically. "I won't be going on any hunting patrols until my kits are apprentices. Someone has to keep an eye on them!" On swift paws, Russetsong trotted back to the nursery. "I'll talk to you later Lynxclaw!" She meowed over her shoulder before ducking inside the nursery. |
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Post by ❄️»cαιткαт ❄️ on Dec 1, 2016 18:26:06 GMT -5
Rowanpelt looked at the sparse fresh-kill pile. The tom lifted up his head to look around camp for other cats. Though hardly any cat was as good a hunters he, he needed a few more paws.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 1, 2016 19:05:11 GMT -5
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 1, 2016 19:07:43 GMT -5
He bowed his head to her. 'You are a wonderful cat, windstar.' Littlefang purred, flicking an ear. 'I'm glad to have met you. I thought all clans were like Scarclan.' Windstar bowed back. "Anytime. I had no idea there were other Clans out there!" Littlefang laughed. 'Neither did I, until I met you.' He looked up, watching the clan cats with interest. 'An interesting choice, to live in the trees.' He observed. |
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Post by littlesong42 on Dec 1, 2016 19:13:40 GMT -5
Rowanpelt looked at the sparse fresh-kill pile. The tom lifted up his head to look around camp for other cats. Though hardly any cat was as good a hunters he, he needed a few more paws. (Can Rowanpelt and Crowstripe hate each other?) Crowstripe glanced up at Rowanpelt, knowing the tom wanted to go hunting. He could tell at the way he stared at the small fresh-kill pile. Crowstripe thought he could see a glimmer of pride in the tom's posture, but wasn't sure. He hated Rowanpelt, more than he could possibly say. |
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Post by ❄️»cαιткαт ❄️ on Dec 1, 2016 19:18:15 GMT -5
Totally  )) Rowanpelt spotted Crowstripe. While he had a mutual distaste for him, the clan came first. He stalked over to the tom. "The pile is nearly empty, wanna go hunting with me?" He said, almost grumbling. |
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Post by littlesong42 on Dec 1, 2016 21:56:13 GMT -5
Totally )) Rowanpelt spotted Crowstripe. While he had a mutual distaste for him, the clan came first. He stalked over to the tom. "The pile is nearly empty, wanna go hunting with me?" He said, almost grumbling. Crowstripe smirked. "I'd thought you'd never ask," he meowed sarcastically. "Who wouldn't want to go hunting with an annoying fleabag like you?" |
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Post by ❄️»cαιткαт ❄️ on Dec 1, 2016 22:41:01 GMT -5
Totally )) Rowanpelt spotted Crowstripe. While he had a mutual distaste for him, the clan came first. He stalked over to the tom. "The pile is nearly empty, wanna go hunting with me?" He said, almost grumbling. Crowstripe smirked. "I thought you'd never ask," he meowed sarcastically. "Who wouldn't want to go hunting with an annoying fleabag like you?" Rowanpelt's dark ginger fur bristled, and he growled through bared teeth, "Are you coming, or not?" |
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Post by littlesong42 on Dec 1, 2016 23:11:07 GMT -5
Crowstripe smirked. "I thought you'd never ask," he meowed sarcastically. "Who wouldn't want to go hunting with an annoying fleabag like you?" Rowanpelt's dark ginger fur bristled, and he growled through bared teeth, "Are you coming, or not?" Crowstripe flattened his ears, his lips curling in a snarl. "I should ask you the same thing, unless you need to stop to stare at your reflection in a puddle?" He bounded away before Rowanpelt could react and climbed swiftly down the tree. |
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Post by ❄️»cαιткαт ❄️ on Dec 1, 2016 23:59:13 GMT -5
Rowanpelt followed down the tree, his claws scraping against the bark
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 2, 2016 1:58:54 GMT -5
Whoops did I miss a reply?)
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Post by littlesong42 on Dec 2, 2016 8:47:02 GMT -5
Whoops did I miss a reply?) Crowstripe left, leaving Hawkwhisper to climb the tree alone.)) Rowanpelt followed down the tree, his claws scraping against the bark "Could you not be so loud?" Crowstripe hissed. "We are hunting prey, not going on a border patrol!" |
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Post by ❄️»cαιткαт ❄️ on Dec 2, 2016 8:58:08 GMT -5
"Well I seriously doubt there will be mice by the pond-full right around a camp full of cats!" The tom retorted. How dumb could he be? What does Crowstripe expect him to do, fly?
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Post by littlesong42 on Dec 2, 2016 11:05:10 GMT -5
"Well I seriously doubt there will be mice by the pond-full right around a camp full of cats!" The tom retorted. How dumb could he be? What does Crowstripe expect him to do, fly? Crowstripe flicked his ears back. "Look, this was your idea, so you might as well act like you know what you're doing!" Crowstripe countered. His tail longed to lash, but he kept it still. Is he so stupid as to think the mice can't hear his paw steps? "I don't think you know, but mice can hear your vibrations, even if you are on a tree!" |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 11:12:19 GMT -5
Swiftsky dipped her head at Ibisfeather. "Thanks so much for the second time! I really appreciate this." She managed to mew while carrying a large bundle of assorted herbs to sort , setting them down and beginning to put them in separate piles. "Blue is juniper berries... Hawthorn berries are red..." The medicine cat mumbled absentmindedly.
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Post by ❄️»cαιткαт ❄️ on Dec 2, 2016 11:38:15 GMT -5
"Well I seriously doubt there will be mice by the pond-full right around a camp full of cats!" The tom retorted. How dumb could he be? What does Crowstripe expect him to do, fly? Crowstripe flicked his ears back. "Look, this was your idea, so you might as well act like you know what you're doing!" Crowstripe countered. His tail longed to lash, but he kept it still. Is he so stupid as to think the mice can't hear his paw steps? "I don't think you know, but mice can hear your vibrations, even if you are on a tree!" "We're hunting by the Sky Oak anyway!" Rowanpelt tried his best not to raise his voice, so it came out like a loud whisper — he couldn't let him win. "You know what, whatever, I'll go by myself!" he spat at Crowstripe before bounding away. |
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Post by ❄️»cαιткαт ❄️ on Dec 2, 2016 11:40:53 GMT -5
Swiftsky dipped her head at Ibisfeather. "Thanks so much for the second time! I really appreciate this." She managed to mew while carrying a large bundle of assorted herbs to sort , setting them down and beginning to put them in separate piles. "Blue is juniper berries... Hawthorn berries are red..." The medicine cat mumbled absentmindedly.
Sandpaw scampered into the den, worriedly. Her pale-ginger fur standing almost on end. "Sorry I'm late, I slept in accidentally!" she meowed apologetically. |
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Post by littlesong42 on Dec 2, 2016 11:54:53 GMT -5
Crowstripe flicked his ears back. "Look, this was your idea, so you might as well act like you know what you're doing!" Crowstripe countered. His tail longed to lash, but he kept it still. Is he so stupid as to think the mice can't hear his paw steps? "I don't think you know, but mice can hear your vibrations, even if you are on a tree!" "We're hunting by the Sky Oak anyway!" Rowanpelt tried his best not to raise his voice, so it came out like a loud whisper — he couldn't let him win. "You know what, whatever, I'll go by myself!" he spat at Crowstripe before bounding away. "Keep running like that and you'll be sure to scare off all the prey!" Crowstripe called, determined get the last word in. Sighing, he sniffed around his ears perking as he scented a squirrel. "Must be my lucky day," he murmured to himself. He wanted to one-up Rowanpelt and show who the better hunter is. Quietly, he pinpointed the squirrel. It was nibbling some seeds at the bottom of a nearby tree. Crowstripe moved so he was upwind of the squirrel, and crept closer. Suddenly, he jumped, landing on the prey before it even knew he was there. Satisfied, he buried his kill and set off to find more. |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 2, 2016 12:19:11 GMT -5
Hawkwhisper climbed up higher and high until she was almost to the top. She decided to just sit there for a moment and leaves a mark on the tree. She claws away at the bark and makes four claw marks on it. She liked to do this to mark which tree she has climbed and how far she had went. Now it was time for the climb back down.
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Post by ❄️»cαιткαт ❄️ on Dec 2, 2016 12:38:44 GMT -5
"We're hunting by the Sky Oak anyway!" Rowanpelt tried his best not to raise his voice, so it came out like a loud whisper — he couldn't let him win. "You know what, whatever, I'll go by myself!" he spat at Crowstripe before bounding away. "Keep running like that and you'll be sure to scare off all the prey!" Crowstripe called, determined get the last word in. Sighing, he sniffed around his ears perking as he scented a squirrel. "Must be my lucky day," he murmured to himself. He wanted to one-up Rowanpelt and show who the better hunter is. Quietly, he pinpointed the squirrel. It was nibbling some seeds at the bottom of a nearby tree. Crowstripe moved so he was upwind of the squirrel, and crept closer. Suddenly, he jumped, landing on the prey before it even knew he was there. Satisfied, he buried his kill and set off to find more. (who should win this little contest?  ) Rowanpelt finally slowed to a stop once he could begin to see the Sky Oak. He looked up at the branches and saw a fat pigeon. That would certainly be a good catch. Dropping into a crouch, he stalked around the tree so he could climb it behind the gray bird. Ever so quietly, he slowly scaled the Oak, and was soon on a thicker branch above his prey. He flexed his claws and leaped on top of the bird which let out a small cry, before he silenced it with a bite on the neck. Prey in jaws, Rowanpelt filled up with pride. |
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Post by littlesong42 on Dec 2, 2016 12:44:30 GMT -5
"Keep running like that and you'll be sure to scare off all the prey!" Crowstripe called, determined get the last word in. Sighing, he sniffed around his ears perking as he scented a squirrel. "Must be my lucky day," he murmured to himself. He wanted to one-up Rowanpelt and show who the better hunter is. Quietly, he pinpointed the squirrel. It was nibbling some seeds at the bottom of a nearby tree. Crowstripe moved so he was upwind of the squirrel, and crept closer. Suddenly, he jumped, landing on the prey before it even knew he was there. Satisfied, he buried his kill and set off to find more. (who should win this little contest? ) Rowanpelt finally slowed to a stop once he could begin to see the Sky Oak. He looked up at the branches and saw a fat pigeon. That would certainly be a good catch. Dropping into a crouch, he stalked around the tree so he could climb it behind the gray bird. Ever so quietly, he slowly scaled the Oak, and was soon on a thicker branch above his prey. He flexed his claws and leaped on top of the bird which let out a small cry, before he silenced it with a bite on the neck. Prey in jaws, Rowanpelt filled up with pride. (Hmm, I thin it should be Crowstripe so Rowanpelt can add some more drama, you know, getting all frustrated and stuff? I can't reply fully rn, but I will later)) |
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Post by ❄️»cαιткαт ❄️ on Dec 2, 2016 12:46:20 GMT -5
Good idea! ok ))
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Post by littlesong42 on Dec 2, 2016 14:23:07 GMT -5
"Keep running like that and you'll be sure to scare off all the prey!" Crowstripe called, determined get the last word in. Sighing, he sniffed around his ears perking as he scented a squirrel. "Must be my lucky day," he murmured to himself. He wanted to one-up Rowanpelt and show who the better hunter is. Quietly, he pinpointed the squirrel. It was nibbling some seeds at the bottom of a nearby tree. Crowstripe moved so he was upwind of the squirrel, and crept closer. Suddenly, he jumped, landing on the prey before it even knew he was there. Satisfied, he buried his kill and set off to find more. (who should win this little contest? ) Rowanpelt finally slowed to a stop once he could begin to see the Sky Oak. He looked up at the branches and saw a fat pigeon. That would certainly be a good catch. Dropping into a crouch, he stalked around the tree so he could climb it behind the gray bird. Ever so quietly, he slowly scaled the Oak, and was soon on a thicker branch above his prey. He flexed his claws and leaped on top of the bird which let out a small cry, before he silenced it with a bite on the neck. Prey in jaws, Rowanpelt filled up with pride. Crowstripe chased a mouse, catching it just before it ducked into it's hole. Getting an idea, he started digging close to it, soon catching two more mice. his jaws full, he decided to check up on Rowanpelt to brag about his catch. |
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Post by ❄️»cαιткαт ❄️ on Dec 2, 2016 14:29:49 GMT -5
Rowanpelt was just burying a lean rabbit when Crowstripe appeared from the bushes. It almost seemed like a waste of time and energy, but it was food none the least. He lifted up his head to see Crowstripe's smug look. He just got lucky, he thought, but couldn't help but scowl.
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Post by littlesong42 on Dec 2, 2016 15:53:32 GMT -5
Rowanpelt was just burying a lean rabbit when Crowstripe appeared from the bushes. It almost seemed like a waste of time and energy, but it was food none the least. He lifted up his head to see Crowstripe's smug look. He just got lucky, he thought, but couldn't help but scowl. Crowstripe felt giddy when he saw Rowanpelt's face and set down his prey. On the way over, he picked up his squirrel. "How much have you gotten?" He asked with a hint of pride in his voice. |
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Post by bobthebuilderstar on Dec 2, 2016 17:44:31 GMT -5
Ibisfeather thanked Russetsong but denied her help. "Don't worry, Swiftsky and I can handle this myself," She purred, "It's not that much to clean up. Plus, I think you may be needed on a hunting patrol soon, the fresh-kill pile is getting low." She smiled at the queen and returned to sorting the herbs back in their proper place. Lynxclaw flicked his tail, watching quietly as Russetsong bustled her kits back into the nursery. He glanced back as the she-cat hurried to the medicine cat den, and padded over to the fresh-kill pile. He picked out a plump vole and sad down in the shade, laying the prey down at his paws. Russetsong smiled back sympathetically. "I won't be going on any hunting patrols until my kits are apprentices. Someone has to keep an eye on them!" On swift paws, Russetsong trotted back to the nursery. "I'll talk to you later Lynxclaw!" She meowed over her shoulder before ducking inside the nursery. Lynclaw looked up from his vole and smiled, a rare sight. "No problem," he replied, before returning his attention to his prey. |
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Post by bobthebuilderstar on Dec 2, 2016 17:46:30 GMT -5
Swiftsky dipped her head at Ibisfeather. "Thanks so much for the second time! I really appreciate this." She managed to mew while carrying a large bundle of assorted herbs to sort , setting them down and beginning to put them in separate piles. "Blue is juniper berries... Hawthorn berries are red..." The medicine cat mumbled absentmindedly.
Sandpaw scampered into the den, worriedly. Her pale-ginger fur standing almost on end. "Sorry I'm late, I slept in accidentally!" she meowed apologetically. "Anytime," Ibisfeather purred, sweeping another pile of herbs towards her. She blinked in surprise as Sandpit scampered in, and then smiled. "Hello, Sandpaw," she greeted the apprentice. |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 2, 2016 19:15:28 GMT -5
Pinefrost makes his way back to camp. He meets up with his sister and together they move back to camp. Hawkwhisper talks happily about how she successfully climbed up a large tree.
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Post by littlesong42 on Dec 3, 2016 12:52:28 GMT -5
(Bump!)
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Post by ❄️»cαιткαт ❄️ on Dec 3, 2016 13:04:59 GMT -5
Rowanpelt was just burying a lean rabbit when Crowstripe appeared from the bushes. It almost seemed like a waste of time and energy, but it was food none the least. He lifted up his head to see Crowstripe's smug look. He just got lucky, he thought, but couldn't help but scowl. Crowstripe felt giddy when he saw Rowanpelt's face and set down his prey. On the way over, he picked up his squirrel. "How much have you gotten?" He asked with a hint of pride in his voice. Rowanpelt paused. "...this rabbit and fat pigeon," he grumbled. |
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