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Post by ~*Demon*~ on Jun 26, 2008 19:26:48 GMT -5
DustedSnow smiled softly it was better at least.....
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Post by ellegantillusion on Jun 26, 2008 21:52:29 GMT -5
Bronzecloud was already at the exit, and he then left with the two other senior warriors.
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Post by Willowishness on Jun 29, 2008 22:59:05 GMT -5
((Make SourBite deputy. It would greatly improve a plot of mine... It involves the creation of a fifth clan and the re-naming(yes, RENAMING) of the four existing clans. Idk i'm bored with the clans i guess... I'm also going to have each clan get a special ability(CelestialClan will have two hearts to keep warm, MysticClan will have a double set of lungs to keep their breath and stay cool when they run great distances, NatureClan will have a monkey-type tail and seven opposable claws per paw that will help them scale and run around in trees, SpectrumClan will have near impenetrable leather-like back and shoulder muscles as well as two extra layers of skin on their paw pads, and the new clan will have flat wide tails and gills along their rib cage/lung area. I cant explain how this will all come to be yet, but know that change is coming again.))
SourBite padded into the den, his broad powerful shoulders set in a stubborn way that told all cats around him that though he was young, he was experienced and strong; deserving to be at the meeting. "MinkStar, I think that's foolish. He could easily escape and come back to do the same thing again." He spoke boldly and perhaps too outspokenly. There were many better ways to state what was on his mind without challenging his leader's choices. "We cant just let him go live his life when he's done something like this!" The tabby paused before plunging into his idea, "We could keep him here and have him almost be... a prisoner. He could hunt for the elders, always with a cat to watch him, and clean up the elder and queens' dens. Basically do apprentice duties. If he refuses to do the duties we set up for him, we dont let him eat until he agrees." He lapsed into silence, awaiting his leader's response to his solution.
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Post by EmberGlow on Jun 30, 2008 6:32:38 GMT -5
"Like a slave!" SiberienFire meowed, his eyes glinting with a little amusement. "That will be fun. Good plan."
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Post by ~*Snowy*~ on Jun 30, 2008 17:31:48 GMT -5
"Yes but then a cat will have to always be watching him, not hunting." RunningWind meowed. The tom-cat seemed to come out of nowhere.
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Post by Willowishness on Jun 30, 2008 17:45:15 GMT -5
"That cat could be his 'mentor', of sorts. We do it with apprentices all the time! If he's out getting moss for the elder's den, he'll have apprentices with him who are also gathering moss for the dens. If he's out hunting, he'll have his 'mentor' with him!" SourBite glared at TigerVine as if daring him to find something else wrong with his solution.
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Post by $~Swifty~$ on Jun 30, 2008 17:51:12 GMT -5
(... I thought TigerVine was NC)
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Post by ~*Snowy*~ on Jun 30, 2008 18:03:41 GMT -5
((Shoot, Modified.))
"Hmmm, okay it seems sensable to me." he meowed.
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Post by Willowishness on Jun 30, 2008 19:16:13 GMT -5
"MinkStar?" SourBite asked, turning his light green eyes on his leader.
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Post by ~*Snowy*~ on Jun 30, 2008 19:46:38 GMT -5
RunningWind stretched uneasily.
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Post by ~Stormy~ on Jun 30, 2008 20:48:37 GMT -5
BrightFlames padded out of the warrior's den and looked at the cats, padding over and sitting down.
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Jul 1, 2008 2:21:43 GMT -5
((Please keep BrightFlame outta here Stormy. He's not a senior warrior. Willow, I was always going to make SourBite deputy.)))
MinkStar looked up abruptly to SourBite. She stayed silent, listening to the tom's idea, before finally meowing "No, SourBite. I understand what your saying, but we cannot let him be around our youth or else they will grow up, forever fearing that something similar like that will happen to them."
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Post by ~*Snowy*~ on Jul 1, 2008 14:27:18 GMT -5
((Willow what are you going to do with EbonyChains, he just sorta does nothing)) RunningWind listened intently of the cats talking.
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