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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Feb 28, 2009 15:09:12 GMT -5
ThinPaw plucked a snowbird from the fresh-kill pile and set it between herself and EmptyPaw, smiling. "Want to share?" she asked, her ice-blue eyes looked into his green ones, her nearly translucent white fur ruffled.
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Post by ~*Demon*~ on Feb 28, 2009 15:28:01 GMT -5
"Certainly, unless you want the whole thing.." he added, glad to have somebody to talk to, haha DeadPaw would kill him for talking to the pretty she-cat his brother dote don so often, okay ONE of the pretty she-cats his brother attempted to woo on constantly.
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Feb 28, 2009 15:31:28 GMT -5
"I'd rather share it with you." ThinPaw meowed, taking the first bite. She fiddled with a feather in her paws, picking it up and pacing it on EmptyPaw's head and grinned.
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Post by Willowishness on Feb 28, 2009 17:10:46 GMT -5
((Can u 2 do this somewhere else?? This is a training post.))
DeadPaw waited for one of the cats around him to demonstrate a defensive move. He had a semi-delerious look on his face which made sense, considering he was surrounded by... how many she-cats? Four. And there were no other toms here. He was loving being an apprentice already!
CougarKnife seemed to be in a good mood. Maybe she'd just been irritable yesterday when she'd hit JayPaw?
But it would have been nice if she'd been in a bad mood too. Maybe then one of the other she-cats would have attacked and he'd get to see a chick-fight.
He let go of his fantasy with a sigh and turned his attention to what his mentor was saying...
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Post by ~Stormy~ on Feb 28, 2009 17:51:11 GMT -5
CougarKnife's eyes flashed again, yet still unreadable. "I'll go." She volunteered to MothStar, crouching, muscles flexing and brown tabby pelt dotted with white flecks of snow.
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