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Post by {//.Ð € SS Î €.\\} on Apr 7, 2006 15:16:59 GMT -5
OOC- Awww. Does someone have a wittle cwrush? xD
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Post by brokenstar on Apr 7, 2006 19:39:57 GMT -5
Windpaw laughed.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Apr 7, 2006 20:33:12 GMT -5
OOC: wha? Leopardpaw? *giggles* Dessie if so, ur far behind...they've been mates for a few months
Leopardpaw smiled warmly and sat down, wrapping her tail around her paws neatly.
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Post by {//.Ð € SS Î €.\\} on Apr 8, 2006 12:09:42 GMT -5
OOC- Mates? 0.0
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Post by icefang on Apr 8, 2006 13:16:10 GMT -5
OOC: Well, not mates as in they've had kits, but mates as in they love each other and both know it... O.o
IC: Firestorm let out a deep purr as he rubbed heads with Leopardpaw. "Now all we need is a mentor for you!" he said.
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Post by {//.Ð € SS Î €.\\} on Apr 8, 2006 13:18:49 GMT -5
OOC- oh ok. lol I was like OMG xD
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Post by icefang on Apr 8, 2006 13:41:09 GMT -5
OOC: eew, no, no kits until *stresses phrase* she becomes a warrior...
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Post by {//.Ð € SS Î €.\\} on Apr 8, 2006 14:18:08 GMT -5
OOC Thats goood.... xD
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Apr 18, 2006 23:10:42 GMT -5
OOC: *kills one of the apprentices and steals their mentor* >.>
"Maybe Desertstar doesn't think I'm ready yet..." Leopardpaw mused, keeping back tears with a loud gulp. It was hard to watch her friends pass by her, being made warriors when she had been made a apprentice long before them. [/color][/center]
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Oct 1, 2006 11:09:09 GMT -5
A slender, small white tom watched from the shadows. His sleek pelt was snow white, and though he was small, he was an apprentice, and a good one. He had no mentor, but was skilled in hunting and tracking, having patroled before and hunted numerous times. He glanced around with amber eyes, ignoring the flits of the spirits he alone saw. He looked from the leader to the group of cooing warriors. He would never do that... he did not like the living, nor did he feel much attachment to them. He knew which being made his heart flutter more rapidly, and knew she was not living. Ghostpaw looked back up at Desertstar, idly wondering idly if would ever be made a warrior.
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