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Post by ::Fawn:: on Sept 3, 2007 0:23:58 GMT -5
Fawnstar groomed her shoulder, worry reflected in the she cat's emerald green optics. She had many unanswered questions running through her mind. There was a lot that she was unsure of. Herself, mainly. Fawnstar was usually a confident powerful sort of she cat, sure of herself, and confident in that whatever she did, she would do it well. But sometimes the leaders sensitive side would illuminate it's self, and this, was one of those times.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Sept 3, 2007 17:13:54 GMT -5
Mistshine poked her nose into the leader's den. Fawnstar? Are you awake? She stepped in as her eyes adjusted to the darkness in the den. Good morning. I just wanted to tell you that the dawn patrol came back, and they found a few traces of fox, dung and their scent, around Sunningrocks leading towards the ThunderClan border. We're probably not to worry, it probably crossed into ThunderClan territory. She shrugged, then narrowed her eyes in curiosity. Er...Fawnstar? Something bothering you?
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Post by ::Fawn:: on Sept 3, 2007 18:18:56 GMT -5
Fawnstar's emerald green optics immediately turned onto Mistshine, their sparkling depths wide with worry. It's just...Creamkit...or I should say Creampaw...She...She's...Creampaw...I know her a lot better than most cats think...
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Sept 8, 2007 11:48:40 GMT -5
OOC- Sorry! I totally forgot!!
Mistshine shrugged. Is that...bad? Has anyone found out about it? She sat in front of her leader's nest and wrapped her tail around her paws.
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