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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jan 22, 2006 21:35:07 GMT -5
Great. Someone sayts osmthing every one else says somthing else. I knoow the truth now he said sarcastically. He began to groom his fur, in a nonchalant way.
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Post by icefang on Jan 23, 2006 17:33:24 GMT -5
Spirit watched this all happen. It seemed so natural for them, but so foreign to her. She stretched and sat down across from Bearpaw. "Why aren't you nice?" she asked, her annoying curiosity shining through. "I mean to your Clan mates. Apparantly everyone has a reason for being mean to me-- wait don't answer that. Why does everyone have a reason for being mean to me?"
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jan 23, 2006 17:40:35 GMT -5
"it's because you're differant"Seapaw meowed with digsust "they should just get over it"
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Post by icefang on Jan 23, 2006 17:55:06 GMT -5
"Thanks," she said gratefully to Seapaw.
OOC: Bleh post
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jan 23, 2006 17:56:54 GMT -5
"ask me any qusetion, i'll see if i can answer it,"Seapaw meowed happily.
OOC:she's not good with thank yous
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Post by icefang on Jan 23, 2006 17:58:55 GMT -5
OOC: 'Tis okay... i'm gonna wait for someone else to post
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jan 23, 2006 18:00:04 GMT -5
OOC:alright *slaps Stormy* i'm joining Cookie's hobbie
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jan 23, 2006 18:41:37 GMT -5
I'm never nice. Callous is the nicest i can be. Sorry. And I treat every one the same. My tone doesnt change frrom you to the leader, he said, licking a paw, and laying down next to the other to apprentices. His amber eyes were carefully gaurded, and ridden wiht the haunted look a young cats shouldnt have. His face was gaurded against any expression, and he was catious in a manner that suggested he had learned the hard way not to be blithe. That and the inch wide scar across his soft underbelly. His fur, however was sleek, and his muscles were lithe and hard packed.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jan 23, 2006 18:44:18 GMT -5
"do you know what all appentices want?"Seapaw meowed.
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jan 23, 2006 18:48:45 GMT -5
Food, said Bearpaw dryliy.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jan 23, 2006 19:23:17 GMT -5
"well that is one thing, but i really want to be a warrior" Seapaw meowed.
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jan 23, 2006 19:53:10 GMT -5
Don't we all, murmered Bearpaw atomatically, not even pausing as he groomed his pale fur.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Jan 24, 2006 0:21:58 GMT -5
[i[Rosestar was getitng quite annoyed with Seapaw and her complaints about not being made a warrior yet, but said nothing, she would have to learn patience before she even thought of making her a warrior.[/i] "Spirit, if any cat gives you trouble I wish for you to come to me."
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Post by rex. on Jan 24, 2006 12:59:51 GMT -5
Kashclaw flicked his ear at seapaws backhanded reminder has she even had a mentor yet? he wondered. Kashclaw settled himself down again and glanced at bearpaw. now that he wasgrooming himself, he was actually looking better by the second!. he exhaled a silent thanks to starclan for returning Bearpaw saftly to them
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jan 24, 2006 14:43:38 GMT -5
Bearpaw felt his mentors glance and looked up. His small, lithe body had a surprising number of scars. Two, inch wide ruts marred his soft belly, while his chest carried one identical healed gash. His hosulders bore scars made by otehr cats, and his tail had been brokwn at one point. His haunches where a forest of thick, deep, thin, shallow, and overall healed wounds. One ear had a deep rip, while the toehr and a nick taken out of it. His thick fur covered all of the scars minus the two on his belly, and the one on his chest. They were nasty and long, thick, and overall painful to look at. To the eye he looked like he had but three scars, and only when he was we, or grooming himself were the otehr scars even visible. But the ones that were, were... Horrible. There was no way another cat could have made marrs that deep in anothers flesh, and even dogs were doubtfully that storng. Of course, one cat knew what they meant, but that cat wasn't elling anytime soon, as he had the matching pair. Bearpaw licked his fur, skillfully avoiding the cuts that had almsot taken his life. He looked up at his mentor, Well? WHose going to be the New Deputy? he demanded in a polite voice.
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