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Post by Moonstar on Sept 7, 2006 19:25:54 GMT -5
*Moonstar stalks in the part of the forest near the Twolegs' homes. With him is his ginger-furred apprentice, Gingerpaw, and a slightly elderly black tom. His name is Skyflight. Moonstar paces around nervously.*
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Post by Shadowstar on Sept 8, 2006 6:36:50 GMT -5
*Shadowstar nimbly walks into that part of the forest, and stops near Moonstar. While waiting for Shortpaw to arrive, he keenly watches for any movement.*
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Post by Shortstar on Sept 8, 2006 15:01:40 GMT -5
*A tortoiseshell tom leaps over a log in a single bound, and hurries over to Shadowstar.* I'm here, sir! *Moonstar nods, and says, mainly to Shortpaw and Gingerpaw,* Good. Now look out for dogs, Twolegs, ect., and if you run into danger you can't handle, yell out your Clan's name.
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Post by Shadowstar on Sept 8, 2006 16:05:33 GMT -5
*Shadowstar smiles, and nods when he sees Shortpaw leap over the log.* Good Shortpaw. I can always trust you to arrive on time. *He then turns to Moonstar, listening while he tells Shortpaw and Gingerpaw about Twolegs, and the other dangers that inhabit the Twolegs' home.*
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Post by Moonstar on Sept 11, 2006 14:15:41 GMT -5
*Moonstar opens his jaws and breathes deeply.* Dogs are nearby. *He says, detecting the scent.* We better be careful.
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Post by Shadowstar on Sept 11, 2006 15:40:00 GMT -5
*His fur bristles, as he turns, snarling.* Well, that makes this more joyful... Not really. *Turns as he hears a rustling nearby.*
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Post by Moonstar logged out on Sept 11, 2006 19:36:59 GMT -5
I don't see how this can be good. *Gingerpaw tenses her muscles, prepared to spring.* No, don't move. If it's a dog, attacking it won't do any good. *Moonstar warns.* Not even a CLan leader like myself or Shadowstar could defeats a dog.
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Post by Shadowstar on Sept 14, 2006 6:33:25 GMT -5
Yeah, you're right. *Stops right where he is, and tenses, watching the bushes. He hears a far off barking, and his blood starts to boil.* Yeah, it's definatly dogs', but where are they?
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Post by Moonstar on Sept 14, 2006 14:37:10 GMT -5
I hope they're farther away than they sound. *Skyflight murmurs. Suddenly a black and white and a gray speckled dog appear.* Well, we obviously can't fight these dogs. Retreat! OOC: Skyflight's a NPC, so anyone can RP as him if they want.
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Post by Shadowstar on Sept 14, 2006 16:42:06 GMT -5
OOC I'll think about it... BIC *Shadowstar growls, but backs away from the black, white, and gray speckled dog.* Come on, Shortpaw. Don't want my best apprentice to die in a fight even clan leaders' can't win.
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Post by Moonstar on Sept 14, 2006 17:16:03 GMT -5
*Shortpaw backs away slowly, but let's out a hiss at the dogs hoping to disguise his fear.* Ah, what luck! A Twoleg fence! Even they can't reach us there! *Moonstar says happily, jumping onto a nearby fence. Gingerpaw (I'm RPing her as an apprentice during this quest. In the end she'll probably be taken back to camp for her ceremony) follows. Shortpaw stands, waiting for Shadowstar.*
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Post by Shadowstar on Sept 14, 2006 19:32:00 GMT -5
*Shadowstar watches the dog, and then runs forward to catch with Shortpaw. Smiling at his apprentice, he nods, and leaps up onto the fence as well, beckoning for Shortpaw to follow.* Okay, come on, SHortpaw.
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Post by Moonstar on Sept 14, 2006 19:58:15 GMT -5
*Shortpaw leaps up, when a shadowy figure appears. Shortpaw lets out a hiss, but the creature draws back.* No need to worry. Kittypet! *Moonstar spits.* What do you want? *A six moon old black and white cat reveals himself.* Hi! Are you really wildcats? I've heard of your kind! *Moostar growls.* Go away.
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Post by Shadowstar on Sept 14, 2006 20:01:08 GMT -5
*Shadowstar turns, and watches the black and white cat with hard, dangerous eyes. Any wrong move could send Shadowstar on this cat...( Leave us be. Our business is our own, and has no place for you. Now, leave before...
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Post by Moonstar on Sept 14, 2006 20:04:06 GMT -5
*The kittypet shrinks back.* Sorry. It's just that your not the only group of wildcats here. There were cats wearing collar made of bones... *Moonstar's hackles rise.* BlooodClan!
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