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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 15, 2018 21:36:39 GMT -5
{Lol. Well at least tomorrow is Friday!! Did Swan want to talk to Stormy? He is free now... }
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Post by rosesong on Feb 15, 2018 21:51:37 GMT -5
(Sure!)
Swansong squinted her eyes at Springfurs sudden excusal of herself and her strange behavior but she shook it off not wanting to get involved in whatever other drama was going on with other cats. She had enough of it herself. She turned back to Stormfeather “Hey.” She meowed somewhat awkwardly “Do you want to maybe talk a walk? Outside of camp i mean?” She asked pawing at the ground
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 15, 2018 21:56:56 GMT -5
Stormfeather's heart leaped with joy and concern at Swansong's suggestion. "Anything for you." He said with hesitation. "Will your leg be alright if we go out?" He added with concern laced in his voice. He rubbed her muzzle affectionately and comfortly with his own. "Is there something on your mind?"
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Post by rosesong on Feb 15, 2018 22:07:04 GMT -5
Swansong purred and let herself lean into his touch. Before meowing “Yes I will be fine. And I just wanted to talk to you about before. What you said. And spend time with you.” She meowed softly brushing up against him as she led the way out of camp.
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 15, 2018 22:13:29 GMT -5
"As you wish." He meowed in response, embracing her touch. He followed her out of the camp and slightly skipped with joy out of her sight as she was in the lead, until his heart dropped. What if she is going to tell me she doesn't feel the same way? He silently panicked, but brushed the thought away. She seemed... different. "Wait for me." He called after her.
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Post by rosesong on Feb 15, 2018 22:23:39 GMT -5
“Well than dont be so slow” she teased flicking him over the ears with her tail flashing him a smile as she trotted out through the forest. “And I’m the injured one.” She pointed out before tasting the air for prey
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 15, 2018 22:32:29 GMT -5
{Lol. I love how Swan can dish out stuff. } Stormfeather followed her, keeping pace with her. He followed suit and opened his mouth to scent for prey. He caught wind of squirrel and instantly dropped into a hunter's crouch and began to stalk towards it, flicking his ears to Swansong, signalling for her to go around the bush in case the squirrel got away from him.
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Post by rosesong on Feb 15, 2018 22:40:17 GMT -5
Swansong nodded padding quietly to the other side of the blush keeping herself low to the ground while she watched Stormfeather stalk his prey silently
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 15, 2018 22:50:22 GMT -5
Stormfeather stalked silently through the underbrush, taking care not to place his paws on any of the fallen branches from the storm. He saw the squirrel and pounced as the wind changed directions, giving the squirrel the slightest hint of his presence. He landed on the squirrel's tail, but it slid out of his grip. "Mouse dung." He quietly cursed as it ran towards Swansong.
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Post by rosesong on Feb 15, 2018 22:57:36 GMT -5
Swansong was ready a quickly darted out a paw with claws unsheathed as the squirrel ran straight towards her. She killed it quickly and picked it up burying it over by a tree so they could find it later before walking back to Stormfeather. “It was a team effort.” She meowed only half serious. She stepped forward returning the nuzzle he had given him earlier with a long purr
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 15, 2018 23:02:25 GMT -5
Stormfeather returned her nuzzle. "We make a pretty good team." He half joked, picking up that something was on her mind besides hunting. "You wanted to talk?" He prompted her, looking into her eyes.
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 17, 2018 2:36:38 GMT -5
{Bump Rose?}
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 17, 2018 18:54:49 GMT -5
{How goes it clover? The clan has been dead all week...}
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 17, 2018 19:01:48 GMT -5
{Lol. I think Ravenwing might be open, but she is still stuck in the med cat den...}
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 17, 2018 19:07:41 GMT -5
{Sweet. Did you want to start? Ravenwing will get her ears shredded if she even tries to leave the Medicine Cat den... Mistypaw is kinda angry at her. }
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 17, 2018 21:43:32 GMT -5
Ravenwing watched Maskedpaw with worry. When he turned to look at her, she smiled sympathetically. "I know how you feel." she told him sympathetically. "Being stuck in a den. Are you alright?" She added, noticing the glance of concern on his face.
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 17, 2018 22:03:29 GMT -5
Ravenwing cocked her head at him sympathetically. "I don't trust kits either." She joked. "Did they say which kit can't be trusted." She asked more seriously.
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 17, 2018 22:22:01 GMT -5
Ravenwing shook her head. "Because I believe you." She meowed simply. "I just wish I could get out of camp. Out of this den!" She meowed a little grumpily.
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 17, 2018 22:41:55 GMT -5
Ravenwing nodded. "The whole clan has been flustered since the flood. As if they expect for something bad to happen." She meowed in concurrence. "I'll try to walk around the camp, but I don't think I'll make it too far with this splint."
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 17, 2018 22:56:33 GMT -5
{Brmable!! *Hugs Bramble* How've you been?}
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 17, 2018 23:03:07 GMT -5
{Oh shoot. If I were close I'd try to fill some of the loss. :/ I don't think either of my Charries are open, but I can make one right quick for Mistypaw or one of your other characters to interact with if you would like. }
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