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Post by StarClan on Jan 19, 2006 16:10:59 GMT -5
**In the center of the WindClan camp there is a rather large pile of freshkill, where cats are gathering to gossip, share tongues, eat, or drop off prey. Carrying a mouse in her mouth, Rowanstar, leader of WindClan, pads up to you, her eyes sparkling. Setting down the prey, the young toroiseshell addresses you warmly.** Welcome! Would you care to share freshkill with me?
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Post by Torclaw and Kempfur on Jan 22, 2006 18:33:38 GMT -5
** The cat goes to the ground, his gaze looking into the dirt.** Who wouldn't?** The grey tabby states. He is strong of muscle and has piercing green eyes. His tail is long, and his coat is short. He nods to his leader.** You first.
OOC:" What does it mean to share toungues? In a literal sense...** shivers**
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Post by StarClan on Jan 22, 2006 18:41:02 GMT -5
OOC: Sharing tongues is semi-literal. They groom eachother, they eat together, and they talk.
BIC: **The young tortoiseshell smiled and settled down on the dusty ground. Taking a mouthful of the mouse, she gulps it down hungrily.** Mmm! It's a good thing prey is running well this season. It's been a relatively easy leaf-bare. (The equivalent of winter.)
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Post by Torclaw and Kempfur on Jan 22, 2006 18:46:01 GMT -5
** The tom takes a bite.** I am Kempaw, by the way.** He gets up and settles in a sitting position, savouring the taste of mouse in his mouth.** Yes, bareleaf is going well- can't say I can wait for newleaf, though. It may have been easy this season, but come next there will be new mouths to feed. Hopefully some of our clan members will be six moons by newleaf.
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Post by StarClan on Jan 22, 2006 18:49:08 GMT -5
Yes, hopefully. It'll be good to get more apprentices. **The pretty she-cat began grooming herself, her mottled black, orange, and brown fur lying flat easily.**
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Post by Torclaw and Kempfur on Jan 22, 2006 18:52:03 GMT -5
** Kempaw reaches out to help.** Here, let me.** He starts to groom her back, his rough toungue laying her fur flat and clean.** Have you a deputy yet, Rowanstar?** He says between licks.**
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Post by StarClan on Jan 22, 2006 19:26:48 GMT -5
Nope. **Rowanstar reched out to groom her companion, her pink tongue flicking in and out over his back.** StarClan willing, I'll get one soon.
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Post by Torclaw and Kempfur on Jan 22, 2006 19:49:35 GMT -5
Don't worry.** He straightens out some fur sticking out of Rowanstar's back.** You'll get one soon. Starclan will send you a sign soon enough.
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Post by StarClan on Jan 22, 2006 19:51:48 GMT -5
**Rowanstar nodded solemnly.** Probably. Well, how are the borders looking? I haven't been on a patrol in a couple of days.
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Post by Torclaw and Kempfur on Jan 22, 2006 19:55:16 GMT -5
Don't worry, Rowanstar. I got that taken care of- they're fine.** Kempaw smiles.** The Shadowclan is quiet. I heard they got a new leader.
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Post by StarClan on Jan 22, 2006 19:58:19 GMT -5
Hmm... I wonder who. Maybe we'll find out at the next Gathering. **The young she-cat stood and stretched, then flicked her tail toward the fresh-kill pile.** Wanna go get some more fresh-kill?
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Post by Torclaw and Kempfur on Jan 22, 2006 20:06:39 GMT -5
** Kempaw nods.** Count me in!** He starts to go for the pile, then stops, waiting for Rowanstar.**
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Post by StarClan on Jan 22, 2006 20:08:24 GMT -5
**The tortoiseshell purred and trotted after him; upon reaching the pile, she looked through it and found a small thistle. Taking it in her jaws, she padded over to the side and sat down, holding the bird between her paws.**
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Post by Torclaw and Kempfur on Jan 22, 2006 20:12:07 GMT -5
** Kempaw picks up a sparrow, trotting after his leader and sitting. He starts to eat his bird, sneaking looks at Rowanstar. He didn't know why, but he thought he found her somewhat attractive. He shoves the feeling away for safekeeping.**
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Post by StarClan on Jan 22, 2006 20:17:31 GMT -5
OOC: You must just like romance or something, don't you? I'm probably going to promote you soon, seeing as you're the only cat in my Clan! And you're a good RPer. BIC: **Rowanstar, not noticing Kempaw's looks, started plucking her food. Spitting out a mouthful of feathers, she turned her head to Kempaw.** So, how's your training going?
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