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Post by `s қ y . x x on Apr 4, 2007 17:24:29 GMT -5
Oakstorm padded across the shady rocks, His Cinnamon Pelt glinting in the sunlight.
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Post by aemin on Apr 5, 2007 17:29:15 GMT -5
Another figure, this one a she-cat, also moved in the shadows. Her claws, hard and polished like diamonds, glinted. Emerging from the shadows at last, Diamondstream saw her deputy and padded towards him, a beautiful black figure hardly indistinguishallable from the shadows and darkness.
Hello Oakstorm.
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Post by `s қ y . x x on Apr 5, 2007 19:55:50 GMT -5
Oakstorm looked up to see the she-cat, "Oh, greetings Diamondstream," He purred.
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Post by aemin on Apr 6, 2007 17:19:15 GMT -5
The black figure unmerged with the darkness and padded towards the ShadowClan deputy, head slightly bowed in respect. Scenting the air, she realized no cats were nearby. Good, they could talk in private. The ShadowClanner prefferred non-publicized talks with all cats she talked to. Stopping in front of Oakstorm, her pelt gleamed as the morning sun hit it.
What're you doing out here?
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Post by `s қ y . x x on Apr 7, 2007 2:34:12 GMT -5
"Oh, Just Thinking," Oakstorm purred, his eyes shining gracfully
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Post by aemin on Apr 11, 2007 15:29:40 GMT -5
The she-cat approached closer, her black pelt glimmering with a glossy sheen. Her eyes gentle as she approached the ShadowClan deputy. No fear, no anger, no hatred. That was always how Diamondstream felt, or strived to feel.
About what?
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Post by `s қ y . x x on Apr 11, 2007 18:14:42 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm, Not really sure," Oakstorm meowed, shifting his paws unsurly.
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Post by aemin on Apr 12, 2007 14:57:41 GMT -5
The warrior examined him, experience shining in the depths of her eyes. Her tail stopped twitching; a stillness settled over Diamondstream. Intelligence glowed in her eyes, a nice sight on her gleaming coat.
Thinking about who?
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Post by `s қ y . x x on Apr 13, 2007 1:30:41 GMT -5
"Oh, Um," He looked away, 'you,' he thought but kept silent.
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Post by aemin on Apr 14, 2007 20:43:57 GMT -5
An amused smile crept up the warrior's face. The ShadowClan deputy was thinking about a she-cat, a she-cat whom he loved. How interesting. Who could this cat be? But Diamondstream remained silent as she calmly walked away from him, melting into the shadows once more. Her eyes gazed at Oakstorm curiously.
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Post by `s қ y . x x on May 4, 2007 2:03:27 GMT -5
Oakstorm shook his head and bounded after her, "Uh Diamondstream, Would you like to come hunting with me?" He meowed adding quickly "Because the clan needs more fresh kill"
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Post by aemin on May 4, 2007 15:00:17 GMT -5
She was slightly taken aback by his offer. But she could see his logic. Indeed, the Clan needed some more fresh-kill, but she thought that the ShadowClan deputy would choose more senior warriors to go hunting with him. After all, he was the most senior and respected warrior in ShadowClan, being the deputy. Sure, Oakstorm the warrior replied as smoothly as possible. Just you and me, right here?
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Post by `s қ y . x x on May 5, 2007 1:01:38 GMT -5
"Just On the way back to camp," the cinamon deputy meowed, not really wanting to give the real reason for this offer. Oakstorm couldn't help but look into her eyes, his fur tingling lightly. He gave a small smiled and scented the air, catching the scent of a vole. The deputy dived forward, catching the vole as it came out of its hole. he felt the fresh flow of blood run into his mouth.
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Post by aemin on May 7, 2007 15:50:57 GMT -5
She had been quiet while he stalked the vole, but now her soft voice rang out. Started already? You beat me on that one. She herself scented the air, following the trail of a mouse to one of the many rocks. Dropping into a crouch, muscles smoothly moving, she hunted her prey. When close enough, she sprang lightly towards the gray bodied creature and sunk her teeth into its flesh.
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Post by `s қ y . x x on May 9, 2007 2:26:26 GMT -5
The Deputy gave a short snort, "Sorry 'bout that," He meowed and picked up the vole before dropping it at her paws. he nudged it forward, "here, you have it," He mewed. [/color]
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