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Post by Tants on Dec 23, 2008 10:47:48 GMT -5
"Irishpaw." she shot a glare at the young apprentice. She faced Clopar once again. "Meet us here next sun high and we will have your answer." She didn't know what to do. Were they all going to just die from the sickness because they were stubborn, or hold their own because they were proud. She nodded to Clopar and turned away. This meeting was over. "Scythebark, Irishpaw, please escort Clopar off of Duskclan. Meet me in my den when he has gone." she spoke. It was obvious she was rather confused. She headed into camp and toward her den.
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Post by cloudstar on Dec 23, 2008 17:51:29 GMT -5
Irishpaw returned the gaze. She refused to be broken down, not like her sister. "Yes ma'am." she said at the commands. As she leaped in front of Clopar. "Come on, I haven't got all day." the stubborn Apprentice said.
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Post by Marrowbone on Dec 23, 2008 21:42:20 GMT -5
"I'm already waiting on you." Mewed Clopar, suddenly several horse-lengths away, tilting his head at the other two and tail twitching. "Come on, I haven't got all day."
Scythebark's ears twitched as he glared at the Circuit, but he allowed the cat to walk in front of him, and the yellow tom proceeded to bounce toward the Clan/Kittypet border.
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Post by cloudstar on Dec 23, 2008 21:43:20 GMT -5
Irishpaw dashed ahead, angry. She just wanted this menace off the Territory so she could go back to camp and check on her siblings.
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Post by Marrowbone on Dec 25, 2008 23:55:06 GMT -5
Clopar watched as the younger cat passed him in a flurry of fur and upturned rotting leaves. His ears twitched in amusement and he sped up himself, passing the apprentice by an inch and bursting off right at the border and speeding straight over it.
He stopped and turned back a few horse-lengths away from the border and waved his tail. "Sayanora, I have things to do. Silverstar is waiting for the two of you, and watch out for foxes, eh?" Before he disappeared in a wave of the winter wheat field.
"What did he say? What a nuisance." Growled Scythebark as he caught up, fur fluffed out in annoyance and against the cold.
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Post by cloudstar on Dec 26, 2008 21:34:39 GMT -5
Irishpaw growled. "Lets go back to camp." the silvery she-cat hissed. "If he needs something he can get it himself."
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