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Post by Scribbles on Nov 21, 2009 12:49:48 GMT -5
 > Couragepelt < Was it possible to be this bored? Courageplt was about to go insane if nothing interesting happened soon. Every cat seemed to be going off and doing something interesting, and as hard as the light brown tabby tried no cat ever had enough time to just sit down and share tongues for a few moments with her.
Sighing in annoyance, the warrior wondered over to the freshkill pile. Not too much was there, probably caused by the terrible weather. Courageplt hated this weather; the fewer prey, how it was cold all the time, how you had to work extra hard for basically anything... Everything.
Finding a decent mouse, she picked it up in her jaws. Padding a bit away from the freshkill pile Courageplt thanked Starclan for the meal and dug into the prey's juicy body. Finishing it in a matter of minutes, she lay down and began to groom her ruffled light brown tabby fur keeping an eye out for any approaching cat. |
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Post by Candy on Nov 21, 2009 14:18:13 GMT -5
Icestar, ThunderClan's leader, was lying in the shadows of her den. She watched the ferns around her do a gentle sway to and fro, her eyes gleaming. With a sigh, she arched her back in a stretch and padded hopefuly into the clearing. The emptiness scared her. It has seemed that cats were dissapearing, going missing, or just dying. The whole Clan would soon be wiped out if it wasn't stopped! Carefuly she walked over to Couragepelt. "Hello, dear warrior," she mewed, lost in thought.
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Post by Scribbles on Nov 22, 2009 13:55:19 GMT -5
Couragepelt looked up from her grooming to hear a familiar voice, "Oh, why hello there, Icestar!" She stopped her grooming to respond, "How are you?" The she-cat tilted her head to the side and waited for the leader's reply.
Couragepelt always felt important whenever she was talking to Icestar, or any leader for that matter. Even though, Icestar was once a normal warrior like Couragepelt she would always be Icestar, leader of Thunderclan for the young warrior. In fact, Couragepelt could never imagine anyone becoming the next 'Icestar'. It was an odd thought, but that's just how she thought. |
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Post by Candy on Nov 22, 2009 13:59:50 GMT -5
At Couragepelt's reply, she snapped back to attention. "I am fine, thank you, Couragepelt," was her reply, but she added in, "What about you?" Normally she would ask how the prey was running, but she did not want to discourage the you ng warrior, finding her without hope, as it is not running too well, or at least not as well as she had hoped for it. There was less and less each day.
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