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Post by STREAMY ?! on Aug 21, 2007 9:52:09 GMT -5
Lunarpelt hadn't talked to Leopardfur for a long time. Not since her warrior ceremony, and that was only to congratulate her. As he lay near the fresh-kill pile one sunny, noisy morning, watching cats go by taking fresh-kill and talking, he thought that maybe it was time to talk to her again. He hoisted himself up off his lazy black legs and started padding around, searching for the spotted she-cat. He called softly for her, but didn't find her. The cap was thinning out as cats went out on their daily duties, and soon only Lunarpelt and a few cats were left, and none of them were Leopardfur. Then he saw a shape that could be the bengal he'd been looking for emerging out of a clump of brambles on the southern edge of the camp. Could it be her?
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Aug 26, 2007 13:09:50 GMT -5
Since her warrior ceremony she had been working hard to prove her worth. After so many moons of being an apprentice it was great to finally explore her newfound freedom. Things weren't so much of a rush for her, she was older, and just as experienced as any mid-age warrior, but knowing that she held this rank made her proud. She also knew she held another rank, one that intimidated her slightly: mentor. Right after being made a warrior she had been given Purepaw, an apprentice full of mystery. She had yet to start their first training session, she'd been giving it too much planning and thought. On a solitary patrol along her clan's precious borders she had decided it would be tomorrow. No more thinking about it.
Now she was coming back, with two mice in her jaws and a solid look on her face. She approached the clan entrance, only to find a tom and she-cat sharing tongues in what looked to have been lasting a long time. It was doubtful that it would end any time soon. Their two bodies, both very close to the other, were blocking the entrance with no way of passing. She didn't feel like interrupting the conversation so she headed towards the southern outer edge of camp, crouching down and working her way through a patch of bramble. When she came out her fur was rubbed the wrong way, giving her a very ragged appearance, but she didn't stop to groom. Her pawsteps were quick and determined as she made her way to the fresh-kill pile, dropping her prey and scanning around camp. She didn't find Purepaw, but her amber eyes did rest on the familiar black figure watching her. A smile came to her lips as she turned around to quickly walk over to him. Her tail flicked in greeting when she stopped in front of him, giving his chest a friendly butt with her head. Hey, you. Haven't seen you around so much lately.
OOC: Ugh, that was really just a bunch of words jumbled together. Sorry.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Aug 26, 2007 14:44:23 GMT -5
ooc-better than what I'm about to post
He looked closer...it was her. Finally! He just stood in place, petrified by her beauty and balance. As she glanced around the clearing, dropping her fresh-kill onto the pile, she noticed him. Wait....did she really notice him, or was it a trick of the heat? Yes! She did! His pools of gold widened as she padded towards him after flashing him a quick, beautiful smile.
He almost fainted. A smile. A smile. The first one that had been directed at him from that face for what felt like seasons, even though it was just about a moon.
She was approaching...
Her tail flicked and her head lightly tapped his chest. Immediately the skin under his fur reddened, and he almost missed the words she said. Wait. Had she talked to him? Was this in his imagination? He blinked. Yes. She was definitely there.
I...I...er... Yeah. I guess.
Pathetic! How could he expect her to like him again after that?
Then it came out, as a blurt.
Hey, do you want to go...walk?
He was about to say hunt--but she had just done that.
His eyes lowered as he waited for her answer, which he was sure would be some form of 'no'.
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