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Post by Fallentear || on Dec 4, 2008 21:36:49 GMT -5
Silvertongue smirked back at Fearowstrike as the deputy stuck her tongue out at her playfully, and then watched her hustle over to Iceclan's leader and another warrior she knew was called Mustangchance, but had never really been introduced to. She joined her beside the two cats, and recognized four distinct clawmarks down Polarstar's back. Silvertongue did not wince at the gore, but a look of concern did flicker over her features for a moment. "You should see Snowfrost for those." She said, glancing pointedly at his wounds. "We don't want them to get infected. Who knows where badgers put their filty claws?" Turning to Mustangchance, she meowed, "I'm Silvertongue, by the way. You might have seen me around camp, but I don't think we've been formally introduced." [/color][/blockquote]
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Post by Brambles on Dec 5, 2008 20:32:09 GMT -5
It would have been all too easy for the badgers. It would have been a matter of minutes before the badgers, superior in strength due to the famine sweeping across the forest. Mustangchance and Polarstar, being pinned against the edge of the gorge, would have been easily dispatched of, spare for the good timing on Fearowstrike's and the silver cats behalf. Clear blue eyes were slightly glazed over. The fight had taken its toll on his physical strength. Another testimony to the lack of fresh-kill. Audits flicked forward as the silver feline spoke to him. Silvertongue. That's it. Mustangchance mustered a weak smile, nodding his head in thanks. 'Silvertongue, nice to formally meet you. Thank you for assisting Polarstar and myself. And Fearowstrike,' His attention switched toward the femme for whom he owed so much to. 'Thank you as well.' His optics glowed at a slightly higher degree. [/size]
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Post by Amber on Dec 6, 2008 11:12:15 GMT -5
The femme smiled in relief as she realized Mustangchance was alright, and exhaled for the first time in what seemed a long time. Her bright blue-green gaze, glinting with life and youth, stared down at the cat who had she, in a manner of speaking, had known twice now. It was quite silly, really, as she considered the fact that at the same time, she was older than him and yet younger than him as well. Shaking it off, for things of this degree seemed to distract Fearowstrike, she turned to look at Polarstar.
She didn't say anything, only flashed a look of immense apology - she was still considerably healthy, despite the famine, and though it had nothing to do with her eating any more food than others, she still was sorry that she was healthy and her beloved Clanmates were not so much. Somewhere in that mind of hers she wished that she was still a leader; that she had 9 lives to give to her Clan.
Now thoroughly morose, she stepped back. "U-um...can I--should I--should I go back to camp? I c-can tell the others t-to come help," she stammered, half-serious in her intentions.
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Post by Fallentear || on Dec 12, 2008 0:55:18 GMT -5
Silvertongue's eyes alit with amusement at this stammering remark, humor flickering across her face. She found it interesting that this tough she-cat—and the deputy, no less— was asking in such a manner if she should go back and get help. "I don't know. You tell us, miss deputy." Silvertongue glanced at Polarstar, asking silently if her comment had been out of place. After all, he would be the one with the most authority, and the only one there who would be able to outrank Fearowstrike if he wished. [/color][/blockquote]
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