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Post by Shadowstar on Dec 12, 2006 16:44:29 GMT -5
Bluestar snarls and bats a paw at the squirrel, not worried over the incompetent creature. Not worried about the squirrel's image of her, Bluestar snarls at Tigerclaw. "Last I remember, I was leader of ThunderClan, not Tigerclaw. So, I'll ask you this: what are you doing here." She stared at the brown tabby, her eyes shining. "If you don't want to answer, than carry your worthless pelt from this forest. You aren't worth any of these creatures, or my effort."
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Post by Runningfoot on Dec 12, 2006 18:51:56 GMT -5
*Mousefur runs over*Yikes!Talking prey!
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Post by Moonstar on Dec 12, 2006 20:17:33 GMT -5
I don't know how I got here! Well, now I can kill you. And this time, you will not return from StarClan. *The squirrel turns to Mousefur, lip curled.* I am not prey! Y've got three options; one, try to act like a good respectable resident of Redwall. Two, leave! Three, become my prey!
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Post by Runningfoot on Dec 12, 2006 20:30:27 GMT -5
I think I'll take one. *Snapped the tempermental shecat.*
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Post by Moonstar on Dec 12, 2006 20:35:26 GMT -5
Good! *The squirrel replies.* You two, stop or take your business elsewhere. We have no use for vermin like you. *Turning back to Mousefur, the squirrel growls.* First off, only vermin eat meat, and vermin aren't alowed in our Abbey. Follow me! *The squirrel maid swaggers off toward the Abbey.*
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Post by Runningfoot on Dec 12, 2006 21:12:02 GMT -5
trots after her in amazement.
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Post by Shadowstar on Dec 13, 2006 6:42:28 GMT -5
Bluestar rolls her eyes. "Come on the Tigerclaw. Just try and kill me!" Bluestar has issued her challenge to the ex-deputy of ThunderClan. "Come on, don't tell me your afraid." She sneers.
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Post by Runningfoot on Dec 13, 2006 16:53:06 GMT -5
Mousefur is very confused.
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Post by Moonstar on Dec 14, 2006 16:28:40 GMT -5
*Tigerclaw growls and throws himself at Bluestar, unusually long claws aiming towards her neck, jaws open....
The squirrel leads Mousefur over to the Abbey.* Father Abbot will deal with you now. *An elderly mouse dressed in a wide sleeved habit walked over.* Thank you, Triss. Well, young'un, what do you ask of our Abbey? *Triss stands by warily, sword drawn.*
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Post by Runningfoot on Dec 15, 2006 15:14:13 GMT -5
I was just ,uh,passing by, and I was going to hunt, i'm sorry about that.
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Post by Moonstar on Dec 15, 2006 15:25:59 GMT -5
Father Apmedous. *Triss says.* Be realistic. Why should we let cannibals into our Abbey? We do not turn away any beasts. If you would like food and shelter, you may stay. My name is Father Abbot Apmedous. That fine young maid is Trisscar Swordmaiden, or Trisscar Arrem.
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Post by Runningfoot on Dec 15, 2006 16:00:17 GMT -5
Thank you.
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