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Post by Hatchey on Dec 10, 2006 18:50:28 GMT -5
hachetfang wondered in the leaders den. rosestar? are you there?
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Dec 10, 2006 19:31:22 GMT -5
Come in, Hatchetfang. The friendly meow drifted through the near empty den to his ears, the outline of a darker figure shifting into a sitting position on a bed of moss. She smiled slightly and reared up, clawing at a blockage of moss she had placed in a hole. The moss gave away and fell to the ground, the light shining through the exposed hole onto her face. It was quite a nuisance when I tried to take a nap earlier today. How may I help you?
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Post by Hatchey on Dec 15, 2006 7:58:00 GMT -5
well flypaw found this scrawny kit wondering around and we whated to know if we could bring it to camp. she said. she knew the awswer was most likely no.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Dec 21, 2006 21:02:38 GMT -5
Turquoise eyes widened in surprise when she heard the statement, padding quickly toward her warrior. A kit wandering in WindClan? The poor babe! How old could it be? From the sound of it barely a couple moons. Immediatly! Lead me to them!
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Post by Hatchey on Dec 21, 2006 21:21:31 GMT -5
ok rosestar follow me she said it's only about 4 moons old
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