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Post by Storm on Aug 24, 2011 18:25:59 GMT -5
Amberpelt pushed through the tunnel of brambles, shaking the thorn off her pelt irritably. She held a few rolled-up balls of moss in her jaws as she made her way towards the Medicine den. She would've taken them to the Elders den personally, but she wasn't in the mood. Amberpelt didn't even say hello to Fleckedpaw or Blackspot when she dropped the moss by the pile of herbs Blackspot was working on.
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Post by Wolfstorm on Aug 26, 2011 19:30:22 GMT -5
Wildpaw followed Amberpelt, three rolled up pieces of moss cramped tight in his jaws. Padding over to where the stored thier moss under the bramble shetlder, the apprentice slid them inside. Licking his crops, Wildpaw looked around the clearing, wondering if either Nettlepaw, Speckledpaw, or Runningleap were back yet. His cream tabby fur bristled when he remembered how hostile the gray spotted tabby warrior was when he, and his mentor were brickering. "I wonder what his problem was." Wildpaw grumbled, licking a paw.
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Post by Storm on Aug 26, 2011 19:33:39 GMT -5
ooc;; They don't store moss in a "bramble shelter". They would be basically sticking their paw into a bunch of thorns and the moss would get caught on them.
Runningleap stormed into camp, his tail lashing in anger. How could he make a fool of himself in front of Amberpelt? Now she was mad at him too! He roughly pushed past Wildpaw, barely even noticing the Apprentice while he made his way over to the Warriors den.
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Post by Sweetleaf on Aug 26, 2011 21:27:03 GMT -5
Silkpelt padded out of the warrior den, she looked around for a moment. Then spotted Duskpaw, "Oh sorry." she meowed, " I shouldn't have kept you waiting."
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Post by Storm on Aug 27, 2011 9:32:55 GMT -5
Duskpaw perked his ears as a familiar voice sounded behind him. "Huh- Oh! It's okay." he meowed cheerfully. Though he wasn't thinking about what he'd be doing with Silkpelt today, instead he was thinking about Mosspaw.
Was she really like him? Not being clanborn? Duskpaw tried to shake his thoughts away, but they refused to leave his mind. "What are we doing today?" he asked his mentor.
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Post by Sweetleaf on Aug 27, 2011 10:57:02 GMT -5
"Well, I was thinking we could do some more hunting." the creamy she-cat meowed, "Also if you want to go Battle Training tomorow, maybe you could ask some of the other apprentices to go."
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Post by Storm on Aug 27, 2011 18:01:24 GMT -5
Duskpaw shot Mosspaw a look of hope, but then decided that the she-cat wouldn't want to go with him. Probably because she wouldn't want him to ask questions about her origin, as much as he wanted to. "Great!" he faked a smile. "And.. okay, I'll ask someone."
While Duskpaw had no intention on asking Mosspaw, instead maybe he could ask Nettlepaw or Specklepaw.
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Post by fatalisexpiriment on Aug 27, 2011 19:54:07 GMT -5
Specklepaw limped into camp, leaning on his shoulder and rubbing her cheek into his neck fur. She felt her cheeks heat up in embarassment as she scanned the area for Owlscream, making sure the fawn she cat wasn't anywhere that would bother them.
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Post by Storm on Aug 27, 2011 20:16:52 GMT -5
Nettlepaw instantly felt vulnurable as he and Specklepaw entered camp. He knew that if anyone saw them like that, they would surely scold them or think badly of them. "Um, sorry.. but you have to stop.." he whispered to Specklepaw as she continued to rub into his neck fur.
"Just for now.." His cheeks were also blushing, and he felt hot under his pelt.
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Post by Wertypop on Aug 27, 2011 21:40:37 GMT -5
Whitefang saw amberpelt pad into camp. "Amberpelt!" He meowed in delight. Purring he rubbed against his best friend, and mate. He noticed a small look irritation in the she-cats eyes. "Whats wrong, amberpelt?" he mewed in concern.
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