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Post by dove on Oct 25, 2008 17:33:21 GMT -5
Larkwing looked up, her eyes, green like new spring grass, lit up. "Sure!" She replied, feeling a bit better. 'I must talk to my brothers,' She thought, feeling a little guilty to still have a strong relationship with them. 'What they don't know can't hurt them.' She mentally shrugged.
Dappleberry looked a Silvertongue with a steady gaze; there was no judgement in her eyes. "I'll join," She replied softly, not its usual confident loudness. Her hazel optics showed of warmth and gentleness, the gold flecks shining like stars.
Larkwing looked at her friend in confusion. 'Dappleberry may not be very judgemental, but she certainly has a spirited personality. What made her change?'
Dappleberry had never mentioned this to anyone, but she had met a rogue tom (randon cat) once. He had died trying to see her by her clannmates; her loss was deep, but she dare not shed a tear for fear of being exiled. Her excuse for being so mellow now is because of the extreme climate change. But the real reason is, she is carrying that tom's kits. She's not showing yet, but she knows she has to keep these kits secret. 'A queen may not choose to reveal who the father is, but everyone knows I hate no mate in this clan. They'd suspect me of betrayal, thinking I went to go off with a tom from another clan.'
OOC: This was not planned. But it may as well bring excitement. [:
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Post by Fallentear || on Dec 1, 2008 19:08:50 GMT -5
Silvertongue looked at the two cats quizically for a moment, aware that something strange had been exchanged between them. Dappleberry looked bothered, and a flash of concern sparked in her gut. Silvertongue blinked, and was surprised by this emotion. Perhaps she was becoming..attached, to other cats? Maybe.
"Alright." She meowed, finalizing their offers and pushing her thoughts away into a dusty corner of her mind, "Let's go then!" With a flash of obsidian and a blur of tail, Silvertongue was out of camp and racing up the hill. Hope they can keep up. She thought with a sly grin. As she ran, she scented the air to make sure no prey was scuttling around. Nothing. She thought bitterly. The Everglow is really hitting us hard. [/color][/blockquote]
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