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Post by HoneyStar on May 7, 2009 21:58:33 GMT -5
"MapleClan will continue to wait this out. I will not be rushed into a decision." HoneyStar mewed softly, her voice dropping it's infuriatingly confident attitude for a moment in exchange for a curiously quiet tone that was still heard by all in attendance. If cats start to get sick again in my clan, maybe I'll go running to the strangers like ScytheStar and GoldStar... She glanced towards her medicine cat, then towards her deputy, lemon eyes seeking an oppinion from them both. "Where can I find you, Clopar, if I were to decide in favor of your cure? Do your followers always stay at the Rogue Canyon?" A clan cat would know little of the lives of others.
((BTW: Is Shadie inactive? And who roleplays SummerFur? Can I swap out the inactive deputy and med cat for active members' cats?))
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Post by H-a-w-k-i-e on May 8, 2009 19:11:23 GMT -5
Aceslash almost snorted at Dawnstar and Honeystar's doubtfulness. Oh yay. Let's wait until half of the clan is sick or dying, THEN, we'll look for a cure. Great job ladies. He wrinkled his nose, fidgeting in his spot. He hadn't thought that Goldstar would ever allow either he or Havoccrypt go to another gathering ever again. But here he was right now, basking in the moonlight, fur bristling in annoyance towards Mapleclan and Duskclan. Cresentclan, however the longhaired tom had no quarrel with. They'd fought the rogues side by side, after all. Shooting a glance at his brother, he rolled his golden eyes, sighing silently. ------------------ Nudgewing stiffled a growl, an instinctive response to the hostiliy and tension that seemed to float in the air. Silverstar's death came as a shock. Scythebark was leader? The small white she-cat was Pewterclan deputy, yes, but yet she couldn't imagine leading the clan, without Goldstar there to cover up anything she missed. Fighting, yes that was something she was good at. Leading a clan? She wasn't so sure about that. What if she completely screwed it up? The deputy bit her lip, brow furrowed. ------------------- The silvery-black Mapleclan tom groomed himself calmly, the light of the moon making his pelt look otherworldly. Not to mention that intelligent gleam that was always in his amber eyes. Clan fights usually didn't last too long. Not as much damage as rogues could do, because clan numbers were more or less even, while rogues often outnumbered a clan, by quite a bit too. Talonfang watched carefully as the leaders' sharp tongues clashed, brow raised.
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Post by B-r-e-z-e--->> on May 9, 2009 16:08:35 GMT -5
((You got misinterpreted by other people, and Destiny's sarcastic remark didn't help. I'm going to delete all these oocs. They're cluttering the thread.))
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Post by B-r-e-z-e--->> on May 15, 2009 16:18:34 GMT -5
((I think this gathering is basically over. i'm going to lock it. )
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Post by Marrowbone on May 16, 2009 18:21:05 GMT -5
((I guess I'll the over-hearing for next time. Won't make much sense, but oh well XD ))
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