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Post by Storm on Jun 12, 2011 22:12:22 GMT -5
Jaggedstripe flinched, ignoring her comment. "Wolfstar..I'm sure you'll do what's best for your clan. That's why you were chosen as leader." he mewed softly, touching her shoulder with his tail tip. He stared at the ground, not knowing how to comfort the distressed she-cat.
Instead of cuffing Ghostmask around the ear, Badgertail decided to play along with his little fantasy. She ran her fluffy tail below his chin and grinned. "Don't mind if I do!" She bent her head down and took a neat bite from the silver fish. As Bagdertail ate from his paw, she glanced at him, wondering how he'd react.
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Post by Wolfstorm on Jun 13, 2011 0:18:45 GMT -5
Wolfstar stared at the ground, her forehead still inconnact with the wall. She could feel her unborn kits inside her belly, moving around for unknown reason. "StarClan will punish me for breaking the warrior code. And when that happens," Wolfstar raised her head, blood running down her face, "I'll accept it." she sighed, sunddlely feeling exhausted from going to the gathering, and back. "I need to rest, you're ercused Jaggedstripe." Wolfstar meowed, then curled up in her nest, placing her tail over her nose.
Ghostmask grinned, and raised an eyebrow. "How do's it taste, pretty kittie?" he flirted, swishing his tail from side to side.
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Post by Storm on Jun 13, 2011 11:19:56 GMT -5
"If StarClan didn't want you to do this, they would've spoken to you before all of this happened." Jaggedstripe hesitated for a moment. "..And if you need anything, just give me a call and I'll be right there." He turned and exited the den and padded towards his own. The moon began to fade among the stars as Dawn approached.
Badgertail sighed and cuffed Ghostmask around the ear. "Sure it tastes good, you furball!" She sat down once more and stared into his eyes. "You like Silvermoon, don't you?" she unquiried. It was obvious thatGhostmask was always drooling for the beautiful she-cat.
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Post by Wolfstorm on Jun 13, 2011 11:23:18 GMT -5
Ghostmask went bank, then his face went red all of a sudden. "Wha-? Me? Her? We, umm." he bit his lip, and his tail puffed up to tiwce its size.
((hahahahaha, Ghosty you kit!))
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Post by Storm on Jun 13, 2011 11:27:57 GMT -5
"It it's true, you should go tell her, see if she feels the same way about you." she encouraged. Badgertail knew that this red-faced furball would never do it, so she thought up of a sneaky plan. "Oh, that's okay if you don't want to..I can go tell her myself." Badgertail turned, flicking Ghostmask's face. She began to pad towards the Warriors den, casting him a mischievous glance.
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Post by Wolfstorm on Jun 13, 2011 11:36:02 GMT -5
"Hu? Oh, no, no, no!" Ghostmask raced foward, and leaped over Badgertail. He spun around to face her, "You will NOT tell Silvermoon, got that?!" Ghostmask scruffed his black paws around in the dirt. "I'll tell her when I'm ready too, OK?" he almost begged Badgertail.
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Post by Storm on Jun 13, 2011 11:43:46 GMT -5
Ghostmask must care alot for this she-cat. Badgertail smiled warmly and touched his shoulder with her tail tip. "Don't worry, Ghostmask. I won't tell anyone." she mewed truthfully. Ghostmask was one of her close friends, she wasn't about to ruin that. She grinned at him before padding away. "I think she's into you too." she mewed as she walked away.
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Post by Wolfstorm on Jun 13, 2011 11:50:02 GMT -5
Ghostmask sighed, "Thanks Badgertail." he crawled into the warriors den, and cureld up in his nest. The last moonlight made his pale gray fur, turn to a silvery color, as Ghostmask sept.
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Post by Storm on Jun 13, 2011 15:10:49 GMT -5
Jaggedsrtipe entered his den, his mind reeling with possibilities. What if Wolfstar get's injured in the birthing? What if her kits don't survive? All these questions entered his mind, but didn't leave. They were like cobwebs stuck on his paw. He curled up in his nest with his tail wrapped around his nose. Jaggedstripe couldn't get Wolfstar's words out oh his head. You're not a she-cat! Of course he wasn't, but he was a Medicine cat. He was chosen for the job because he knows what he's doing, especially when it comes to birthing. He had seen too many queens die, even their kits. Jaggedstripe shuddered, he shut his eyes tight and waited for the dark blankets of sleep to cover his mind.
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Post by Wolfstorm on Jun 19, 2011 19:17:59 GMT -5
Wolfstar twitched in her sleep as a dream came into view: Wolfstar raced though the forest, the wind blowing her fur agaist her body. Bursting into the clearing, she gasped. Blood was spilled everywhere, her clanmates dead. Ghostmask's belly was ripped into a terrible wound, his bones showing. Silvermoon was slumped near some ferns, her neck brocken. Badgertail laid in front of her apprentice, as she died proctecting him. "Who could this?!" Wolfstar yowled in anger, then a growl from behind caught her attention. Spinning around, she saw a massive dog, its jaws held Jaggedstripe dead. Wolfstar gasped, "No...Jaggedstripe." before she could make a move, the dog let go of the medicne cat, and lunged at Wolfstar.
Wolfstar woke panting, the morning light touching her thick fur.
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