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Post by aemin on Sept 18, 2007 19:24:44 GMT -5
Spitfire
The aggressive tomcat hissed as the sun's rays hit his black coat. Spitfire, as a ShadowClan tomcat, hated the sun. He preferred the darkness of ShadowClan territory, but his Clan had been driven out. Now, they were embarrassingly seeking refuge with ThunderClan. Even RiverClan would have been better than the save-it-all Clan by the Thunderpath!! A strong reek disturbed his thoughts, and Spitfire growled. Now was their chance to see how the new ShadowClan, headed by some cat called Smokepelt, was doing with the scent marks. The warrior's eyes glanced over his shoulder, searching for Oakstorm, the ShadowClan deputy.
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Post by `s қ y . x x on Sept 18, 2007 21:25:41 GMT -5
.Oakstorm.
The muscular and thin deputy moved to Spitfire's side, scenting the air. 'We are close,' He meowed to spitfire, his amber eyes glowing with anger. The cinnamon tom moved through the trees, his fur pricking with sunliught. He hated every bit of it. Oakstorm bounded forward till he reached the familliar scent of the passage under the thunderpath. He scented the air, his nose wrinkling up with discust. |
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Post by aemin on Sept 19, 2007 17:16:07 GMT -5
Spitfire
The black tom bounded forward at Oakstorm's side, crossing the border into his territory. Indeed, they were close. Scents of ShadowClan reached them, but a new scent covered them. Spitfire's nose wrinkled in disgust. The new cats were making their territory smell strange. Claws dug into the ground. They were weakening ShadowClan's borders! More alert now, he stalked towards the passage under the Thunderpath and scented the air again. I smell those idiots he spat, clawing the ground angrily.
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Post by `s қ y . x x on Sept 20, 2007 19:08:59 GMT -5
|/.Oakstorm.\|
Oakstorm snarled and stalked forward in silence, scenting the air after spitfire. He gave a deep growl and glanced at him. 'Fresh Too, They Are Weakening Our Borders, Lets See What Else Has Changed,' He growl deeply, dissapearing into the passage and appearing over the other side, his cinnamon pelt glowing brightly and his ears pricked for any sign of movement. The deputy's bright amber gaze scanned the area, scenting the air with parted jaws. He snarled quietly as the slightly damp ground pressed against his pads. |
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Post by aemin on Sept 21, 2007 18:22:24 GMT -5
Spitfire
The warrior followed his deputy grimly through the tunnel and back on to ShadowClan territory. A grunt of disapproval came from him at the dryer ground underpaw, but he said no more. Instead, the warrior lifted his head and scented the air. No fresh scent. For the first time, Spitfire wondered what Dewstar would say in response to their escapade. What will Dewstar say when she finds out about this? he meowed to his deputy, and then meowed quieter still So what? This is worth a moon of dawn patrols.
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Post by `s қ y . x x on Sept 24, 2007 23:24:44 GMT -5
|\.Oakstorm./|
Oakstorm nodded slowly, turning to the warriors with hisamber eyes burning slightly still. 'Your Right, But We Should Most Likely Head Back, The Last Thing Dewstar Needs Is For Us To Be Getting In Trouble,' he rasped, his cinamon brown pelt bristling slightlystill but it seemed to cool as the shade pricked it's way through his thick fured pelt. Oakstorm turned and stalked back through, wincing as the light hit his pelt again. |
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Post by aemin on Sept 27, 2007 15:17:31 GMT -5
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Post by `s қ y . x x on Sept 27, 2007 18:51:11 GMT -5
|\.Oakstorm./|
Oakstorm turned to spitfire, giving a small growl. 'We Do Not Say A Word To Dewstar About This Unless She Asks Understand? And I Have No Idea When Dewstar Plans To Attack, Not Until Every Warrior Is Strong Enough To Fight.' He growled, the deputy's bright amber eyes glowing firecly. The brown tom turned and stalked back through the trees, giving a wave of his tail for Spitfire to follow. |
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Post by aemin on Oct 4, 2007 6:22:01 GMT -5
Spitfire spat on the ground, but obediently followed his deputy. At least he and Oakstorm would know what was going on, but what about the rest of ShadowClan? True, Oakstorm was the deputy, but keep this secret? He spat angrily on the ground again, then hurriedly caught up to his deputy. Should we hunt? |
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Post by Mousefire on Jul 30, 2008 20:34:48 GMT -5
oakstorm
We might as well. It'll at least give us an excuse for being out of camp Oakstorm replied. He opened his mouth and, locating a mouse downwind from him, stealthily crept towards it, hissing as the sun's forbidding rays shined down on his pelt, making his cinnamon pelt shine. He pounced and nipped the mouse swiftly on its neck.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jul 31, 2008 9:27:41 GMT -5
Hey Mousefire, one of the points of role-playing is that you can only control your own characters. Since Oakstorm isn't your character (unless you adopted him from Sky) you can't write what he does. And could you not post in really old threads? I'm about to start a new thread in this board; why don't you reply to it? Then we can RP together.
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