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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 21, 2008 20:08:27 GMT -5
OOC: This is a thread for Pantherfang and Risingmoon... if you want to join, please ask first! Thanks! ((we'll probably say yes...))
Her eyes, forever glaring, scanned the area around her. She was looking for the thin, pale leaves and long stems that had earned the plant its name. She turned to the warrior behind her. "Do you know what it looks like?" From her scornful tone, it was obvious she was doubtful. There were no flowers yet on the plant, so it was hard to pick out of the rest of the wood, still mostly bare from winter but with some green shoots starting up, tempted out of hiding by warmer-than-normal air. Risingmoon didn't spot any at first, but a scent led her in one direction. She started to slowly follow the smell, looking out for light colored baby plants.
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Post by pantherfang on Jan 21, 2008 20:47:56 GMT -5
"hmph" Pantherfang retorted, "i'm a warrior, a fighter, not a healer." his tone was icy, but not exactly disrespectful. "although" he continued, "i have smelled it before and i do recall it being used on me a decent many times, so i bet i could find it easily enough." Pantherfang raised his head, opened his mouth and tasted the air, "its faint, but its here somewhere."
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 23, 2008 20:20:04 GMT -5
Risingmoon nodded curtly, agreeing but refusing to praise him like a well-behaved kit. She followed the scent, not bothering to walk quietly. She would have preferred to go out alone, but that was unsafe with such a fragile line between peace and war. The odor got stronger and stronger, and finally the little stalks came into sight. Risingmoon meowed to Pantherfang, a short call, and snatched up some in her jaws. Her tail, flicking impatiently from side to side, showed how annoyed she was - it seemed she wanted to get back to her den, though in actuality she wished for the 'alone' part more than the 'home' part.
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Post by pantherfang on Jan 26, 2008 14:41:37 GMT -5
Pantherfang just stared coldly onward till he got to the little plants. He picked them out of the ground with his teeh, then picked up the stocks and stalked back over to Risingmoon. Her ill temper was noted, but he didn't care, who needed prais or affection. All that mattered was surviving, enough power and control, and just enough challenge to keep one satisfied. His teeth pierced one of the stocks and the essence flowed into his mouth. He rolled his eyes. 'stupid herbs' he thought.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Feb 12, 2008 21:26:54 GMT -5
Risingmoon didn't even nod this time, padding with quick steps towards the ShadowClan camp. She was careful not to crush the fragile things in her sharp teeth, and hoped that Pantherfang was doing the same. She mentally prepared how to yell at him if the things were at all damaged. Her flicking tail showed just how little she liked the warrior. She didn't really like anyone, if fact, but who cared if he took it personally? She was the medicine cat. This was good. Everything else was just sort of annoying. She loved healing, but the rest of her life was unimportant. Her pace was brisk, and she wanted to be happily in her den as soon as possible.
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Post by pantherfang on Feb 18, 2008 13:56:47 GMT -5
Pantherfang rolled his tounge to the back of his mouth, he hated herbs and this she-cat was ticking him off. He always did get easily annoyed and rarely acctually liked being around anybody, they all seemed so immature or just flat out grumpy. Pantherfang trotted ahead, as to get to the camp quicker, he couldn' take the stinkin taste of the herbs, they were clogging his hunting and figting senses.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Feb 26, 2008 20:38:40 GMT -5
OOC: End thread here or continue at camp?
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Post by pantherfang on Feb 26, 2008 21:22:56 GMT -5
OOC: sure^^
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