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Post by SnowStorm on Nov 16, 2017 1:13:37 GMT -5
Tornshades eyes softened at the kit's story and flicked his tail. "Hello Clover. My scent smells funny because I'm a part of a huge group of cats." He tried to explain, studying her once more.
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Post by SnowStorm on Nov 16, 2017 1:36:00 GMT -5
Tornshade blinked at the she-cats words and purred lightly, tugging his tail from her grasp. "The group is called CavernClan little one. I'm a warrior of the clan and so is my sister." he tried to explain, flicking it back into her range so she can play. He never liked kits but this little one seemed to be an exception.
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Post by SnowStorm on Nov 16, 2017 1:47:43 GMT -5
Tornshade winced lightly when her claws touched his tail and curled it safely around his paws, watching her. "There's definately more than one. Your mother seems to know a lot about the clan." he commented lightly, glancing up at the sky.
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Post by SnowStorm on Nov 16, 2017 1:57:52 GMT -5
Tornshade how to frown at her words. "Your momma's momma brought deathberries into the camp? Do you know what she was trying to do?" he asked, trying to wrap her mind around the kit's words. Just who was this kit's grandmother?
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Post by SnowStorm on Nov 16, 2017 2:22:27 GMT -5
"Her sister?" Tornshade asked the kit, seemingly lost. "Is she still in the clan..?" he asked, alarm clear in his amber eyes. Was there a murderer in the clan?
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Post by SnowStorm on Nov 16, 2017 2:48:03 GMT -5
"I don't know why she would do that either.." Tornshade mumbled before glancing back down at the kit. "Where are you staying, little kit?" he asked her after a moment, wanting to know more about the mystery she had hidden in her family. He didn't know of a Scarclaw but yet again, it was before his time.
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Post by SnowStorm on Nov 16, 2017 3:02:05 GMT -5
Tornshade's heartstrings were tugged at her words and he hummed quietly. How would Soaringstar feel to a rouge kit.. I mean, she's obviously self reliant to a point. She also has clan blood. Its diluted but it still runs through her veins. Making a decision, the dark brown tom sat up straighter, his tail tip twitching anxiously at what he was about to do. "Clover?" he called out softly, trying to gain her attention. "How would you feel about becoming a clan cat?" he asked her, amber eyes meeting greenish-yellow orbs.
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Post by SnowStorm on Nov 16, 2017 3:19:44 GMT -5
Tornshade faltered slightly at her words and he felt his heart beat harder. "I.. I don't know Clover. I need to talk to Soaringstar about making you a clan cat but I promise you, I won't let them hurt you." he vowed, his amber eyes blazing at the thought of Clover getting hurt. If he was going to introduce her into the clans, he was going to make sure she stays safe. Who would hurt a kit anyways?
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Post by SnowStorm on Nov 16, 2017 3:40:19 GMT -5
Tornshade's ears swivels towards Clover, curiosity working its way into his emotions. "What was that Clover?" He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side as if to hear her better.
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Post by SnowStorm on Nov 16, 2017 3:50:35 GMT -5
Tornshade frowned at her words, casting a weary glance at the woods. "Clover? What twolegs?" He asked, suddenly worried about her answer.
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Post by Snowleaf on Nov 16, 2017 9:26:51 GMT -5
Stormfall brightened up at the prospect of talking to another cat and sat up straight with a purr. "Hello there Briarshade! I've been better but life is good. How about you? How's your son?" the tom asked, his blue eyes bright with curiosity. Sorry for poofing last night! It got late and i ended up falling asleep )) also Birchpaw is a shecat btw haha) "Birchpaw is well," Briarshade purred, pride showing through in her amber eyes. "She is so excited about being an apprentice now. Just the other day she was even excited about going out in the forest to find more moss for bedding," she laughed lightly, remembering how excited she was when she was an apprentice long ago.
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Post by Stillanonion on Nov 16, 2017 11:09:58 GMT -5
Coldpaw narrowed his icy blue eyes at this tom. He still didn't recognize him, but he did recall a similar story happening when he was a kit. Still, Oddkit had died, everyone thought so. But how would this cat know the story otherwise? "... Oddkit is dead." Coldpaw reasoned, eyes widening slightly. "But I don't know how you'd know about it." He gave Otterpaw a side glance, before sitting down and glaring back at Oddpath. "You'd need to talk to the leader." He demanded with an air of authority. "If you are indeed Oddkit he'll be able to decide what to do with you. Reasonable to you?" Oddpath twitched his tail in frustration "All right where is soaringstar" he meowed, barley suppressing a growl. How could coldpaw be so stupid! the toms gaze flickered over to the little she-cat that stood glaring at him, suspicion glinted in her eyes like a fiery claw.
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Post by Stillanonion on Nov 16, 2017 11:13:21 GMT -5
Otterpaw let herself relax a little bit as coldpaw seemed to trust this strange tom. She sat down, her massive ears springing up from where they were slicked down giving her a less menacing look. Otterpaw kept her gaze fixed on this strange cat, why did this tom look like he'd had most of his fur plucked of like a birds feathers.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2017 18:17:00 GMT -5
"How should I know?" Coldpaw muttered. "I last saw him in camp. There was a meeting, I haven't seen him since."
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Post by вєвє on Nov 16, 2017 19:56:54 GMT -5
OCC:
RP: Thats because they don't appreciate my lines, though they are corny now that I'm older." He said looking at her. Shivering at the thought of some of the whacks he's received.
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Post by SnowStorm on Nov 16, 2017 22:08:39 GMT -5
Here!)
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