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Post by icefang on Dec 13, 2006 20:21:16 GMT -5
OOC: Mangefur come, but others can, too ^^
IC: Tango wandered through RogueClan territory. By then she had forgottan all about Mangefur and his warning to have caution around here. Not that she'd planned to pay attention to it anyway. She was walking quietly, listening and scenting vaguely for prey, although when the scent of a mouse met her scent glands, she ignored it, not very hungry. Wandering around Rogue territory always attracted trouble. But trouble was what Tango liked.
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Post by icefang on Dec 18, 2006 17:11:36 GMT -5
OOC: Spotty? This is for you...
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Post by Azure on Dec 19, 2006 11:31:23 GMT -5
Mangefur smelled the scent of a cat.hmmm...a she-cat...she must be a loner,he thought. He crouched and started to move silently toward the cat."I hope it isn't that Tango cat I met."
ooc: sorry my computer is messed up so i won't get on as much as i used to...
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Post by icefang on Dec 22, 2006 13:12:37 GMT -5
OOC: M'kay. Thanks for the heads up!
IC: Tango froze at the sound of a cat not so far away from her. She scented, but she was downwind of the cat, and could only scent that it was a tom. Lovely. She couldn't hear him moving anymore, but that means he'd noticed her. She moved silently to a particularly strong smelling bush, prepared to spring as the tom came.
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Post by Azure on Dec 22, 2006 14:42:18 GMT -5
Mangefur's ears pricked up. He could no longer smell the cat or hear it either. He continued to stay low and quiet as he crept on, tensed in case the cat was close.
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Post by icefang on Jan 14, 2007 21:46:52 GMT -5
She couldn't see the cat moving, but she could smell his scent coming towards her. He wasn't exactly the smartest enemy she'd ever met-- usually if she hid, they went away. But then again, she didn't usually hide. This one was obviously not going to give up, though, so she waited until he strayed in front of her bush and she pounced. Yowling, she landed on his back and sunk her claws into his flank, holding him with a death grip, her fangs bared and ready.
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