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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Nov 3, 2007 20:37:29 GMT -5
A small, unusually colored black butterfly perched on a small pebble and fluttered its wings. Silent paws crept behind it, crimson eyes wide with excitement. The tiny apprentice paused to eye the insect with a bit pride of how excellently she had stalked the thing and finally smacked her forepaw on top of it. The creature wiggled underneath her pink pad and her skin crawled as she quickly lifted up her forearm. Cherrypaw pouted as the lame butterfly began to awkwardly fly away and bowed her head in temporary sorrow. The sound of jaws clamping together made her snap her cream skull up and she smiled. Kenny!
The massive black tom spit the pest out of his mouth, leaving it dead on the ground. He turned his brown pools to Cherrypaw, acknowledging her with a guttural noise produced from his throat. Kenoscar sat, muscles bunching together. Today sucks. He growled.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Nov 6, 2007 18:09:15 GMT -5
Ooc: Nobody wants to RP with Middy? I'm hurt. *shrivels up* ;.;
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Nov 8, 2007 16:20:25 GMT -5
A golden shape sat in the sun, blinking. Her long fur rustled a bit in the wind as she smiled crookedly, watching the small apprentice play and catch the butterfly, and finally release it out of what Sunfeather thought was guilt. The little Cherrypaw bowed her head respectfully then swiveled around, calling a ridiculous nickname. The gruff Kenoscar commented on how much the day 'sucked', and Sunfeather shook her head. Always negative, 'Kenny'. ooc-I RP with you! *inflates middy* rather pathetic post from a rather pathetic rper =P
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Nov 8, 2007 17:12:35 GMT -5
The enormous tom glanced at the golden she-cat, his fur pricking. That’s Kenoscar too you, ThunderClanner. His deep, raspy voice corrected. He looked her over once and summed her up as not very strong, her appearance seemed to frail to be a fighter and she was the image of a typical she-cat. He sighed inwardly, there were just no good fighters in ThunderClan.
Cherrypaw scowled at the newcomer, her crimson eyes scorching the she-cat’s already sun-colored fur. She should mind herself, Kenny could tear that kitty cat apart. She breathed to herself, so Sunfeather wouldn’t hear her vulgar comment.
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Post by &&Ðяëāmÿ[ðòñò] on Nov 26, 2007 20:16:38 GMT -5
[/b] She asked, clossing her eyes and giving out a soft purr.[/ul][/size]
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Post by `s қ y . x x on Nov 28, 2007 15:38:37 GMT -5
The large cinnamon figure of the shadowclan deputy moved silently across the camp, his amber gaze focused only on his paws yet for as long as they had been there, he knew where to tred and where not to which was really frustrating him.
Oakstorm gave a small snort, looking up to see the two shadowclan warriors as relief ran through his body at seeing some of his clanmates, not just the thunderclan litter that filled this pathetic excuse of a camp.
'Kenoscar, Cherrypaw,' Oakstorm rasped, dipping his head respectfully to the two warriors before giving a small smirk of greeting to sunfeather with a snort.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 5, 2007 18:11:54 GMT -5
Kenoscar watched the cinnamon tom crawl out from the shadows, and seat himself. Deputy, He growled, brown eyes narrowing. The large ShadowClanner was actually quite annoyed at his superiors for being so unfair and not letting the Clan go fight the imposters that had invaded their territory. He wanted to smash the rogues’ leader into the ground until he turned to a pulp.
The cream apprentice looked over at the other lowly ThunderClanner, whom had the nerve to approach her. Nothing, kitty. She said, the nice tone in her voice fake and the nickname meant to be sarcastic.
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Post by .Whitey. on Dec 6, 2007 8:43:02 GMT -5
Shadowstep watched Kenoscar. Annoyed Kenoscar? she mewed to her clanmate. She couldn't remember the last time she had spoken to this cat but she had seen him a few times around the camp. He was too bloodthirsty for a warrior. She was glad to have him on the Clans side. the worrying question was could Kenoscar be persuaded to change alliances? She knocked the idea out of her head as she padded up towards the tom and sat down her emerald eyes boring into the other shadowclanners eyes. She wasn't angry with him; she wasn't like that most of the time. More placid than anything. She remembered when she had been a new warrior she argued alot with other clan mates and the odd loner. Now she was a Senior Warrior she wasn't as prone to fighting or arguing but she would give it all she had which was quite a bit when she was fighting or arguing. Not that she ever was.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 6, 2007 17:54:05 GMT -5
Kenoscar looked at the fellow warrior, another she-cat. Don't remind me. He said gruffly, flexing his claws. The black tomcat stood, feeling a bit on edge by being surronded by so many other felines. His cold gaze appeared blank and uninterested as he stared at the ThunderClanners. He was large, larger than your average male cat and looked all too intimidating to one that had not seen such size. Tch, this alliance with the enemy thing is getting boring. He said obnoxiously as he sat down again.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 6, 2007 21:58:10 GMT -5
"Yeah... and I'm stuck in camp!" said a tiny voice that didn't sound at all irritated. Lilykit's lively orange eyes were bright, and she had bounded energetically up the the little group of ShadowClanners. She didn't expect any of them to play with her, but she was tired of racing around the same exact spots and maybe one of them would offer to take her out of camp a little. In ShadowClan no one really cared if a kit went to unexpected places outside of the nursery, but here queens sat, guarding the bracken-lined entrance all night. The tiny orange cream tabby was a disconcerting site until you got used to her - she was always in motion. When she was sitting talking like now, there was an air of movement, some little invisible way that she refused to stay still.She scuffled her paws, flexed her muscles, or repeatedly twitched her big ears. Right now, she was practically bouncing - a strange activity for one to do while seated. With every flex of her muscles sharp pain danced through her, but she stubbornly ignored the permanent injury that hurt her so much so often.
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Post by .Whitey. on Dec 7, 2007 8:45:37 GMT -5
Shadowstep looked over her shoulder Shouldn't young kits be in the nursery? she mewed curious to as why the kit was there. What happens if a fox or an owl took you while you were coming here? she mewed. Ignoring Lilykit she turned towards the tom. You can't exactly waltz into our old camp and go hey lets have a fight can you? You'd get wiped off the floor. she mewed figuratively. You couldn't exactly get wiped off the floor she thought to herself ignoring her surroundings. Perhaps when they started a fight again with rogue clan she would examine the ways of doing this. Shadowstep shook her head.
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Post by `s қ y . x x on Dec 7, 2007 14:54:24 GMT -5
Oakstorm watched Kenoscar and Shadowstep in silence before giving a small growl, digging his claws into the ground, wanting nothing more to rip up every inch of the hard ground as well as every thunderclan cat in sight but he remained silent and calm.
'And you think that the rest of us like it here? I can't stand it. I'm not sure how long I can keep up not tearing the fur off every thunderclan cat within this camp,' Oakstorm growled so only the shadowclanners could hear as he gave a firece glare at Willowpaw and Cherrypaw before snapping his gaze back to his paws.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 7, 2007 16:29:08 GMT -5
I could wipe them into the floor without a problem. Kenoscar snorted and turned to his superior and he scoffed, smirking. That’s sure violent of you, deputy. He growled sarcastically, frowning again once he turned his attention back to the ThunderClanners.
Kenny could beat all of those cats! Cherrypaw mewed, crimson eyes closing as she smiled. The young ShadowClan apprentice's eyes flashed open and she looked at the cat approaching them as she prodded the large, black cat in front of her.
The blue she-cat came up behind her second in command and sat herself formally, wrapping her tail around her paws. There’s no need to be hostile. Dewstar said kindly, but behind that her words were empty and vacant, seemingly having no meaning. Her dull, blue gaze settled on Kenoscar, one of her warriors. I suggest you be patient, Kenoscar, or else you might just get yourself killed. She advised coldy, whereas none of the others could hear except for the ones close by.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 7, 2007 16:39:42 GMT -5
Lilykit was frustrated by the lack of attention to her. She mewed softly in complaint and denial of Shadowstep's suggestion. "But I'm bored. And 'sides, I'm five moons old," she said, whining for real now. She had a pouting face, looking at everyone with such woe in her eyes that she hoped they wouldn't make her sit in that boring little den forever. And hopefully they'd stop ignoring her, too! She wanted to explore... something other than this overcrowded camp, that is.
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Post by .Whitey. on Dec 8, 2007 4:27:18 GMT -5
Shadowstep bowed her head slightly at Dewstar and faced Lilykit, Have you not asked one of your sblings to play? you can get in an awful heap of trouble if a queen finds you out here. she mewed towards the little kit. In a way she supposed she felt sorry for the kit. She could remember when she was a kit and how boring it had been stuck in a camp. Yet, she wasn't stuck in a Thunderclan camp.
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