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Post by _Shinx_ on Feb 7, 2017 17:54:53 GMT -5
Robbinpaw was glad to see the kit cough up water, at least the little scrap of fur was still alive. She stood up and sweeped her tail toward the other rouges and ended on Raven. She angled her ears back toward the direction of camp and picked up Twist by her scruff and waited. She thought that if she showed the other cats could come and showing the direction she was wanting to go, they would just shut up and move with her.
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#a8d1ff
The Ancient One
Name Colour
pumpkin pie
what if i fall? but my dear, what if you fly?
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Post by pumpkin pie on Feb 8, 2017 8:27:00 GMT -5
Tawneywhisker could see that the rogue cats were afraid and worried and often with the two combined, rash decisions were made and actions taken that maybe were not the right course. She needed them to be calm. They were already outside cats and that alone caused enough trouble that didn't need to be added to. She watched as Robinpaw picked up the kit again and tried to make a motion in the direction of the camp. Tawneywhisker had to move quickly and try to explain things before things grew more tense. "The clan camp, so we can help you. We have a medicine cat." She continued. "If you stay out here, especially in this weather..." She didn't go on but cast a sad glance at the two cats who needed help. If they didn't accept the offer, she would have to make them leave the territory. They couldn't stay here, injured or not, if they were not her clanmates. This was still her territory. As she spoke to the cats, the scent she had scented before was brought up again and her fur bristled. Someone else was there, she was sure, watching them from somewhere, and it wasn't a clan cat.
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Post by Fresh Sans Genderbend on Feb 9, 2017 16:50:37 GMT -5
The brown cat saw the shoulder fur on a cat bristle. She tensed, ready to jump from tree to tree to her escape tree- were she would jump down from the treetops- if she needed to make a quick escape.
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Post by Tornadopelt on Mar 8, 2017 23:18:48 GMT -5
(Outside cat, pumpkin pie)
"My name's Tornadopelt," he mewed to everyone.
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Post by Fresh Sans Genderbend on Mar 9, 2017 17:08:57 GMT -5
The brown she-cat in the trees continued to watch as this scene unfolded.
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