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Post by .Whitey. on Oct 20, 2008 12:35:22 GMT -5
The figure sat at the side of the deserted camp. A set of dark yellow orbs scanned the undergrowth for any sign of movement. The tom, Moon, sat curved over watching silently across the camp. Had it been deteriorating or growing bigger? the tom couldn't make up his mind, but spent countless times under the new moon thinking about it. Another moon would go, and then another cat would leave. It became so natural, no one cared nor noticed. Though, at the same time a newcomer would come, like Petal, some even standing out.
He sighed slowly, gaze flickering to the quiet apprentice den where Sky and Petal would be sleeping, to the warriors den. He couldn't be bothered to check who was there and who wasn't, after all, his time as a Deputy wasn't as busy as he'd anticipated, still, he felt like he was contributing to the whole idea of a Rogue Clan. That of what he could say he did for it. The Deputy hunted, killed, marked all on their territory, so, his question was still, 'What does Touslepelt have that we don't?'[/i] He'd ask himself as he watched new cats come and go, the tom lay down and blinked his weary eyes over the Clan. Its protector, its sanctuary.[/size]
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Oct 20, 2008 13:18:23 GMT -5
OOC: Would you mind if Sky came? And you still have a training thread to RP with me.....
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Post by Kiba on Oct 21, 2008 12:05:26 GMT -5
A large shape padded noiselessly into the camp. The smell of blood emanated from the shape. If it wasn't for the smell, he probably wouldn't have noticed. The massive tom walked right up to Moon. "Hello Moon." he said in his gravelly voice. "One less WindClan to deal with"
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Post by snowstorm on Oct 23, 2008 15:11:45 GMT -5
Risingmoon walked out of the warriors den and saw the other two cats. She padded over and smiled friendily. "Hello Moon." then looking at the other cat nodded her head, unsure of his name.
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Post by Kiba on Oct 23, 2008 17:38:27 GMT -5
Tiger glanced at the newcomer. Risingmoon he thought. Unselfconsciously, he began cleaning his fur of the blood that had dried there. He liked the taste of blood, maybe a bit too much. His fur began to take on its normal orange shade, instead of the reddish of dried blood.
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Post by snowstorm on Oct 23, 2008 20:10:23 GMT -5
Risingmoon took a last look at the other tom then smiled warmly at Moon. "How are you today moon?" she asked.
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