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Post by Shadowleaf on Oct 26, 2007 9:43:30 GMT -5
*A light drizzle falls from the sky, but Shadowleaf does not care. She was busy as ever, trying to catch prey for the others before leaf-bare set in. Her paws making no sound on the ground, she stalked a small mouse. At just the right moment, she pounced, killing the mouse. Picking it up in her mouth, she trotted back into Shadowclan camp and dropped it in the fresh kill pile.*
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Post by Moonstar on Oct 26, 2007 18:55:51 GMT -5
*A few minutes after, Shortstar ducked under a small cave of brambles that seves as the ShadowClan camps entrance. In his mouth he carries a toad and snake, which he nearly tripped over. The ShadowClan gave a silent prayer of thanks to StarClan that he hadn't entered camp yet. He dropped his prey in the fresh-kill pile as well; odd choices of prey for any cat but a ShadowClan cat. After that he sat outside his den, tail curled around his paws, watching his Clan with proud, almost fatherly, amber eyes.*
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Post by Shadowleaf on Oct 27, 2007 8:53:09 GMT -5
*Shadowleaf yawned and stretched, sniffing the air. Her face suddenly turns to a frown, then a scowl as she continues to sniff the air, her tail twitching nervously. Seeing Shortstar, she hurries over, and mutters,* I smell WindClan scent in our camp.
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Post by Moonstar on Oct 27, 2007 9:51:37 GMT -5
Are you sure... *Shortstar began to whisper back, but as he sniffed the air the scent of WindClan entered his nostrils. Instanlty he's on his paws, his brown and black tortoiseshell fur fluffed up and his fangs pulled back into a snarl.* What is this? *He hissed angrily, and without saying anything else to Shadowleaf, he scrambled on to the Darkrock. This is a very inconveinent time to be short! Shortstar had a much calmer temperment compared to must ShadowClan cats, but in war, he proved to be just as fierce.* Here...everyone...now! *The ShadowClan leader yowled, not bothering with the proper call. He shut his amber eyes as the cats gathered, trying to compose himself.* Cats of ShadowClan, Shadowleaf and I have scented WindClan in our camp. You can probably too. *The ShadowClan cats began to sniff the air, and then they murmured worriedly to each other.* We can not tolerate this! I shall lead a patrol to investigate and drive them off. *Shortstar continued angrily.* Leopardwhisker! *He called to his deputy.* You take charge of guarding the camp. I'll lead a patrol to see if we can prevent them from reaching the camp. Shadowleaf. Talonclaw. Bluestripe. Snakefang. Tornpaw. Berrypaw. You shall come. *He meowed..* All other warriors and apprentices are to help Leopardwhisker. *The tortoiseshell ShadowClan leader finished, jumping off the Darkrock.*
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Post by Shadowleaf on Oct 27, 2007 10:29:48 GMT -5
*Things were moving fast for Shadowleaf, very fast. One moment she was peaceably hunting, the next, getting ready to head off on some scouting mission to catch cats of WindClan. She saw the faces of many worried or angry cats, and she was angry as well. How dare them! They've violated ShadowClan's territory. She quietly followed the patrol out of camp.*
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Post by Runningfoot on Oct 27, 2007 10:58:33 GMT -5
*Berrypaw raced to the others, ready to fight*
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Post by Moonstar on Oct 27, 2007 21:38:34 GMT -5
*Shortstar led his patrol out of camp, sniffing the air. It seemed to be coming near the Thunderpath. That would make sense, as it was the closest you could get to WindClan's border. By why would they cross the Thunderpath? He pondered. He siffened suddenly as there was a snap of a twig. Something, or someone, was coming...*
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Post by Runningfoot on Dec 12, 2007 19:08:08 GMT -5
bump!
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