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Post by Daggerpaw on May 13, 2007 16:05:45 GMT -5
Daggerpaw looked up at Dreamcloud. An akward grin appeared on his face. He looked around at Phantomheart. His gaze turned to his paws, which he shuffled uneasy.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on May 13, 2007 17:51:00 GMT -5
Very well. Midnightfang mewed, as he turned and began to walk deeper into the pine forest. He padded onward, muscles rippling through his jet-black pelt, and then he caught a prey-scent. The large tom’s yellow hued pools stared at a vole hungrily. He bent down into the proper crouch, and crept forward a few kittensteps forward, making sure to keep completely still. The wind was blowing towards him at the time, making a good advantage for the deputy. He coiled up his hind-legs like a snake getting ready to strike, and sprang. He landed right on the prey, biting down and killing it instantly. He padded to the patrol, and set down the vole. Midnightfang started to dig a hole for the fresh-kill as he spoke to the others, I’ll bury it here and come back for it. He dropped the prey in and covered it with dirt.
Terrific catch, Midnightfang. She purred, smiling. She glanced over at Phantomheart and began to charge to the front of the cats. As she passed Phantomheart, she pushed him forcefully out of the way, growling faintly.
*Ha, as you can tell she hates him.*
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Post by Daggerpaw on May 13, 2007 17:59:40 GMT -5
Daggerpaw jumped back out of Silverlock's way. He wanted to hiss at her, but didn't. He glared at her without a word.
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Post by &&Ðяëāmÿ[ðòñò] on May 14, 2007 14:32:43 GMT -5
Dreamcloud's ears flattened. 'Whay did she push Phantomheart like that?' she thought. She wanted to hiss at the she-cat as well for pushing Phantomheart like that.
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Post by shadowheart787 on May 14, 2007 21:12:26 GMT -5
Phantomheart stumbled and looked at Silverlock.
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Post by Daggerpaw on May 14, 2007 21:26:33 GMT -5
Daggerpaw snorted in disgust at the she-cat. His glare didn't drop.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on May 18, 2007 19:13:41 GMT -5
No dawdling. It’s time to get this patrol moving. He declared, yellow pools not budging from Silverlock’s pelt. His black pelt looked much like Phantomheart’s, but it was laced in many scars of previous battles before his time.
Silverlock fell in beside her deputy, tail held pretentiously high. Her pale green eyes were filled with a different emotion, though none could tell what it was.
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Post by Daggerpaw on May 18, 2007 19:36:58 GMT -5
Daggerpaw felt hate for Silverlock now. Why was she being rude? He didn't like it, not one bit. He wanted to snap at her for it, but he had already said to himself to keep it shut. Daggerpaw waited for Phantomheart or Dreamcloud to go first.
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