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Post by Starlit on Oct 18, 2018 7:38:36 GMT -5
(sorry 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 I fell asleep! eplying now)
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Post by Starlit on Oct 18, 2018 8:08:39 GMT -5
Seemingly undeterred by the aggressive tone and threatening of his clanmate, the tom cat flicked his tail from side to side with an amused tone to his voice. Batfrost could feel his paws itching to get moving, boredom fuelling his potentially annoying behaviour. His ears perked forward, for a heartbeat genuinely curious as to whether the shecat might start a fight in the camp clearing. Whilst Batfrost had the advantage in terms of size and arguably strength, but from Honeythorn's tone of voice he didn't doubt that she might play dirty. Even if she denied it, Batfrost was more than aware that the cream coloured warrior wouldn't get into too much trouble were she to act out. But one of the advantages of being sister to the leader, though Leveretstar was known for being a bit of a stickler when it came to discipline. The tom cat decided at last to not pry any further, or at least not for now. Shrugging his muscular shoulders as he turned away from his compannion. "Fine, fine, I promise," he answered with a tone of amusement continuing to underline his tone of voice. "Are you coming or not? At least if you come you'll be able to drive your claws through something which isn't my pelt."
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Post by Starlit on Oct 18, 2018 10:23:37 GMT -5
(sorry Feathertalon I hadn't noticed that you had replied would you like to continue from a couple of posts ago and imagine I never mentioned about blackthorn? potentially a fight goes down?)
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Post by Starlit on Oct 18, 2018 17:17:05 GMT -5
(bump?)
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Oct 18, 2018 21:00:33 GMT -5
Honeythorn || Starlit 's Batfrost || RuneClan CampOOC -- sorry for posting late. i was busy all day :')
The aggressive molly looked about ready to hurl herself at the tom and cause a scene, with claws unsheathed and dug into the dusty ground. Oh, how she longed to dig her claws into the tom's pelt and teach him a lesson or two. Though the knowledge she would most-likely get into major trouble if she were to start a fight within the camp, involving a fellow clanmate. Plus, sizing up Batfrost, even Honeythorn knew her odds were not great against the burly warrior. With a disdainful sniff, the sleek feline straightened once more, eyes bearing an icy fire. His amused air was peeving her. It was obvious he was taunting her. He thought this was a joke. Alright, she thought, a small smirk forming on her muzzle. Two can play at this game.
"Oh, I'm coming," Honeythorn sneered venomously. She began trotting out of the camp, pace quickening once she was free from the confines of camp. "I wonder what we'll be able to find." Her voice was unnecessarily loud as they left the camp. "I hope no one has scared them all off yet."
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Oct 22, 2018 22:04:32 GMT -5
( sorry but bump? )
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