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Hunting
Jan 25, 2006 19:32:49 GMT -5
Post by Torclaw and Kempfur on Jan 25, 2006 19:32:49 GMT -5
Sure.** Kempfur picks up the thrush.** I'm sure we left some rabbits back there. Should I take this back, then go get one?
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Hunting
Jan 25, 2006 19:36:51 GMT -5
Post by StarClan on Jan 25, 2006 19:36:51 GMT -5
Sure. **Rowanstar flicked her ears in acknowledgement then turned and threaded her way to one of the rabbits, the one she had killed on the hill. Grabbing it in her sharp teeth, she lifted it easily and started heading for camp.**
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Hunting
Jan 25, 2006 19:44:08 GMT -5
Post by Torclaw and Kempfur on Jan 25, 2006 19:44:08 GMT -5
** The grey tabby made his way back to camp. The feelings- the ones he had felt at thef resh kill pile- had diappeared. Hunting helped him get to know Rowanstar, and grow fond of her in a leader-to-warrior way. he bounds across the plains now, sunhigh just passed. The sun gleams off his fur as he runs into camp, drops his kill, then takes off again through the prairie grass to the other rabbit.**
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Hunting
Jan 25, 2006 19:51:20 GMT -5
Post by Rowanstarloggedoutsorry on Jan 25, 2006 19:51:20 GMT -5
**Having arrived at camp, Rowanstar noted Kempfur's thrush on top of the fresh-kill pile and padded over to drop hers next to it. Stretching in the warm sun, the tortoiseshell cat wondered what was in store for her Clan. Shaking her head to relieve herself of these thoughts, she walked over to her den and lay down in the cool shade.**
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Hunting
Jan 26, 2006 8:09:37 GMT -5
Post by Torclaw and Kempfur on Jan 26, 2006 8:09:37 GMT -5
** Kempfur drops his rabbit, turning to his new den with the warriors. He was a little aprehensive- he had only been an apprentice a short time- and he thought the others wouldn't take to him. Holding his head high, he walks into the warriors' den, only to find it empty. Sighing with relief, he settles down in a nest and closes his eyes, taking an afternoon nap.**
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Hunting
Feb 5, 2006 17:35:29 GMT -5
Post by StarClan on Feb 5, 2006 17:35:29 GMT -5
----------------Next Hunting Patrol--------------- **Rowanstar, the mottled brown, black, and orange she-cat, and the young leader of WindClan, stood at the entrance to the camp. The constant wind which had earned her Clan its name ruffled her whiskers. She fluffed her fur up against the cold and looked behind her for the rest of her patrol. Her lithe body was silhouetted against the slowly lowering sun. They wouldn't have much time to hunt, but perhaps they would have enough for the newer apprentices to get some practice in.**
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Hunting
Feb 5, 2006 18:00:15 GMT -5
Post by Torclaw and Kempfur on Feb 5, 2006 18:00:15 GMT -5
** Kempfur, his grey fur pffed up against the chilly wind, trots up to the toroiseshell. A grim smile is on his face.** Have you seen Forepaw?** he asks.**
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Hunting
Feb 5, 2006 19:16:00 GMT -5
Post by amberpaw on Feb 5, 2006 19:16:00 GMT -5
*Amberpaw lopes over to Rowanstar. She looks at her questioningly.* You wanted me to join you in the hunt? *She nods curtly to Kempfur in greeting and looks back at Rowanstar.*
OOC: This is the hunt you wanted me on, right?
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Hunting
Feb 5, 2006 20:15:04 GMT -5
Post by StarClan on Feb 5, 2006 20:15:04 GMT -5
**The mottled she-cat nodded at Kempfur in greeting, then meowed an answer.** Hmm, not yet, but I expect she'll be along soon enough. **Rowanstar smiled at Amberpaw.** Yes, Amberpaw, this is it. I'm glad you're here. **The young leader glanced at the sky.** If Forepaw doesn't show up soon, we'll have to leave without her.
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Hunting
Feb 5, 2006 20:48:35 GMT -5
Post by amberpaw on Feb 5, 2006 20:48:35 GMT -5
*Amberpaw smiles back. She looks around at the camp, her ears pricked forward excitedly. She wraps and rewraps her tail around her hind paws impatiently. She thinks, Must it take so long to begin the hunt?*
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Post by Torclaw and Kempfur on Feb 6, 2006 8:26:18 GMT -5
Be paitent, Amberpaw.** Kempfur smiles at her eagerness.** Until the hunting party is full, we can't go. But, if Forepaw donesn't show up, we'll have to leave witout her.
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Hunting
Feb 6, 2006 18:51:04 GMT -5
Post by amberpaw on Feb 6, 2006 18:51:04 GMT -5
*Amberpaw heeds Kempfur's words, trying not to seem so eager. She lets her mind float adrift as a measured calm falls over her. She listens carefully to the sounds of the outdoors and almost jumps when a butterfly lands on her nose. She flicks it away with a twitch of her nose and falls back into calmness.*
OOC: Can you tell I'm having fun with my character?
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Hunting
Feb 6, 2006 20:16:13 GMT -5
Post by StarClan on Feb 6, 2006 20:16:13 GMT -5
OOC: Hehe, yes. Just remember to be alert- in the wild, the cats of the forest have to be. ;D
Okay, if Forepaw doesn't show up by tomorrow, we'll go ahead and start.
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Hunting
Feb 6, 2006 20:17:22 GMT -5
Post by amberpaw on Feb 6, 2006 20:17:22 GMT -5
OOC: Didn't you notice I was listening? Of course I was alert.
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Hunting
Feb 6, 2006 20:56:22 GMT -5
Post by StarClan on Feb 6, 2006 20:56:22 GMT -5
OOC: Oh, sorry. **Slaps self on forehead.** I just noticed you jumping when the butterfly landed and assumed that meant you weren't paying attention. My apologies.
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