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Post by borzoi. on Aug 12, 2017 11:51:55 GMT -5
@brie !!
[ i know how youre impatient bc youre like glaring at me rn but try and match that for length, okay? <33 ] Sheepfur stalked through the long grass, nose put to the ground, her cloud-light paws carrying her further and further into Thunderclan's territory. It had been a long morning-- she had been called up by Smokestar to fill in her part of the hunting rota, and as her apprentice was already on a patrol, she would work on her own, or so she thought. She was painfully aware of how there was another scent around the territory, but ignored it: there was prey in her sights, and it was small, furry, and about to be savaged.
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Post by brie on Aug 12, 2017 12:03:05 GMT -5
Gullfang stalked into the clearing, hunting prey for Thunderclan. Smelling something unfamiliar, Gullfang began to hunt more prey. As she was hunting in different places the scent was getting more stronger.
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Post by borzoi. on Aug 12, 2017 12:08:48 GMT -5
Gullfang stalked into the clearing, hunting prey for Thunderclan. Smelling something unfamiliar, Gullfang began to hunt more prey. As she was hunting in different places the scent was getting more strong. The curly, cream-coloured molly looked up sharply, her own nostrils pulling in the scent of another cat of her clan. She had lost perception of her potential catch, a particularly plump rabbit, and it struggled away, fearful and lucky to still be alive. It would have to put up with quite a struggle before it died, and that was not something it wanted. Pulling her ears back, flattening them to the sides of her head, Sheepfur snarled, "Fool!" She took a heavy step towards the source of the stench, an expression of rage contorting her face. "Who goes there?"
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Post by brie on Aug 12, 2017 12:28:53 GMT -5
Gullfang stalked into the clearing, hunting prey for Thunderclan. Smelling something unfamiliar, Gullfang began to hunt more prey. As she was hunting in different places the scent was getting more strong. The curly, cream-coloured molly looked up sharply, her own nostrils pulling in the scent of another cat of her clan. She had lost perception of her potential catch, a particularly plump rabbit, and it struggled away, fearful and lucky to still be alive. It would have to put up with quite a struggle before it died, and that was not something it wanted. Pulling her ears back, flattening them to the sides of her head, Sheepfur snarled, "Fool!" She took a heavy step towards the source of the stench, an expression of rage contorting her face. "Who goes there?"Gullfang couldn't bear it any more, she had to follow the scent, it was the smell of a flower, a daisy! When the scent disappeared Gullfang looked up and to her amaze she saw another cat from her clan, but she didn't know what her name was. "Um... excuse me, what's your name and what are you doing here?" asked Gullfang.
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Post by borzoi. on Aug 12, 2017 12:42:18 GMT -5
Gullfang couldn't bear it any more, she had to follow the scent, it was the smell of a flower, a daisy! When the scent disappeared Gullfang looked up and to her amazement she saw another cat from her clan, but she didn't know what her name was. "Um... excuse me, what's your name and what are you doing here?" asked Gullfang. Sheepfur twitched. Oh. It was no surprise to see a recently-named warrior scaring off the prey during a Greenleaf like this, but she still found the fact that this small molly had caused her to lose what was perhaps the fattest rabbit she had ever seen. Ever. That wasn't just something she could forgive in an instant, was it? By Starclan's name, it wasn't. She stared the she-cat down. In a stone-cold tone, she replied, "What does it look like?" Oh, the look on her face-- Gullfang looked too innocent to reprimand. Shaking her head, she sighed, "It's Sheepfur, I'm sorry."
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Post by brie on Aug 13, 2017 4:45:19 GMT -5
Sheepfur twitched. Oh. It was no surprise to see a recently-named warrior scaring off the prey during a Greenleaf like this, but she still found the fact that this small molly had caused her to lose what was perhaps the fattest rabbit she had ever seen. Ever. That wasn't just something she could forgive in an instant, was it? By Starclan's name, it wasn't. She stared the she-cat down. In a stone-cold tone, she replied, "What does it look like?" Oh, the look on her face-- Gullfang looked too innocent to reprimand. Shaking her head, she sighed, "It's Sheepfur, I'm sorry." "Oh, don't sweat it! It's okay. Still though, what are you doing here?" she said. "You're supposed to be hunting. Do you want any help?" Gullfang blinked. Her green eyes shimmered in the forest's light.
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Post by borzoi. on Aug 13, 2017 9:37:49 GMT -5
"Oh, don't sweat it! It's okay. Still though, what are you doing here?" she said. "You're supposed to be hunting. Do you want any help?" Gullfang blinked. Her green eyes shimmered in the forest's light. Sheepfur met her with a deadpan look, but dryly mewed, "I was hunting, but I'll take you up on your offer." Tail lashing, she raised herself back up to her full height, and stalked a few paces ahead of Gullfang, inclining her head sharply. "Follow me."
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Post by brie on Aug 13, 2017 10:13:51 GMT -5
"Oh, don't sweat it! It's okay. Still though, what are you doing here?" she said. "You're supposed to be hunting. Do you want any help?" Gullfang blinked. Her green eyes shimmered in the forest's light. Sheepfur met her with a deadpan look, but dryly mewed, "I was hunting, but I'll take you up on your offer." Tail lashing, she raised herself back up to her full height, and stalked a few paces ahead of Gullfang, inclining her head sharply. "Follow me." She trailed behind Sheepfur as they began on their journey. "Um... how long have you been in Thunderclan for. And how old are you? Have you always been a warrior or where you a pet before, if you've always been a warrior who are your parents?" Gullfang had so many questions that she wanted to ask Sheepfur, but she didn't want to give her a headache.
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Post by borzoi. on Aug 13, 2017 10:51:01 GMT -5
She trailed behind Sheepfur as they began on their journey. "Um... how long have you been in Thunderclan for. And how old are you? Have you always been a warrior or where you a pet before, if you've always been a warrior who are your parents?" Gullfang had so many questions that she wanted to ask Sheepfur, but she didn't want to give her a headache. Sheepfur sighed, flicking an ear as she guided the longer molly. "All my life," she began, shaking her long, curled pelt. "I'm about forty-eight moons old; you don't need the other question to be answered. My experience speaks for itself, and my parents are Larkwhisker and Doeear. I think my father-- Doeear, that is-- has decided to retire to the elder's den, so you shan't see him too much." She took another couple of steps forwards, having not moved too far; only about seven tail-lengths, but they were in another clearing now. The molly turned yet another time, and smiled. "We're here," she mewed. And then, "Show me your hunting crouch."
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Post by brie on Aug 13, 2017 11:23:48 GMT -5
She trailed behind Sheepfur as they began on their journey. "Um... how long have you been in Thunderclan for. And how old are you? Have you always been a warrior or where you a pet before, if you've always been a warrior who are your parents?" Gullfang had so many questions that she wanted to ask Sheepfur, but she didn't want to give her a headache. Sheepfur sighed, flicking an ear as she guided the longer molly. "All my life," she began, shaking her long, curled pelt. "I'm about forty-eight moons old; you don't need the other question to be answered. My experience speaks for itself, and my parents are Larkwhisker and Doeear. I think my father-- Doeear, that is-- has decided to retire to the elder's den, so you shan't see him too much." She took another couple of steps forwards, having not moved too far; only about seven tail-lengths, but they were in another clearing now. The molly turned yet another time, and smiled. "We're here," she mewed. And then, "Show me your hunting crouch." "Ok." Gullfang got into her hunting crouch there was a fat meaty bunny up ahead "I'll get that one there." Gullfang crept up close to the bunny and just as the bunny tuned around Gullfang leaped and dug her claws into the bunny.
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