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Post by leafpaw on Jul 13, 2008 11:39:20 GMT -5
A lean tortoiseshell tom sat towards the edge of camp. Washing his chest his green eyes skimmed around. Perhaps some lovely cats would come speak to him for once. He smiled to himself and began to clean his face.
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Post by .feather//oceana. on Jul 13, 2008 11:49:16 GMT -5
xx.//Two days and I've not slept a wink.]]
An auburn femme approached the tom with caution. Though she was not wary of strangers before, with the multiplying numbers of rogues showing up in BlazeClan, she was cautious. Her bright green eyes shown with curiousity. She sat down about a tail length from the tortoisehell tom. "Hello, I'm Timbercreek, I don't believe I've met you before?" she meowed with a friendly tone.
xx.//With these thoughts that I've been thinking.]]
The sun beat down on the ground, making it warm and pleasant. Timbercreek had a sudden urge to roll around and let the sun warm every part of her body. Today was going to be a great day. The sky was clear, the clouds looked as fluffy as a new bed of moss. Perhaps this new cat would go on a walk with her later? Timbercreek awaited the tom's response.
xx.//This is the mark I aim to miss, again.]]
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Post by leafpaw on Jul 13, 2008 11:56:28 GMT -5
The head popped up from his washing his eyes looking at Timbercreek. Swiveling his ears to catch her words he grinned. He meowed,"I think not. I'm Marshclaw." He grinned.
He noticed the hot sun beating down and closed his eyes for a second allowing the warmth to wash over. He let a small purr slip before opening his eyes. He meowed,"Beautiful day out isn't it? I'm sorry I didn't catch your name."
His green eyes scanned about before locking onto Timbercreek once more. His face was plastered into a grin like it usually was.
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Post by .feather//oceana. on Jul 13, 2008 12:09:33 GMT -5
xx.//You toss and turn, I lie awake.]]
Timbercreek smiled, "Oh yes, it definitely is one of the most beautiful days I've seen in quite a while. That's the only good thing about this drought," she commented. "Oh and my name is Timbercreek," she answered his question. A light breeze rustled through the trees that surrounded the camp, carrying with it scents of prey. It made the femme's whiskers tingle. "Would you like to go hunting? I know the prey will be all over today!" she murrowed.
xx.//Who knows what I've been drinking.]]
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Post by leafpaw on Jul 13, 2008 12:15:18 GMT -5
Marshclaw let her words sink in. He meowed,"Well your name suits you Timbercreek." He grinned then meowed,"Hunting sounds good. I could use an excuse to leave camp for once." He grinned and stood up.
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Post by .feather//oceana. on Jul 13, 2008 12:24:13 GMT -5
xx.//Another cheap, meaningless kiss to give.]]
Timbercreek grinned. "Okay, great!" the femme purred. "We could head over to the AshClan borders and check things out there while were at it," Timbercreek suggested. The she-cat never missed the chance to skim the border, hoping that she would come across her long lost kit, Heatherkit, who was sure to be a warrior by now. Her heart pounded with anticipation. "Come on let's go!" she mewed playfully as she bounded out of the camp's entrance, eagar to sink her teeth into some fresh kill.
xx.//From the beginning, dulled down and lost with all it's charm.]]
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Post by leafpaw on Jul 13, 2008 12:32:14 GMT -5
With a large grin on his face Marshclaw raced after her. His small paws made it faster for him to run. He easily caught up with her and held back keeping the same pace.
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Post by .feather//oceana. on Jul 13, 2008 12:46:15 GMT -5
ooc: Okay, the new thread is called Hunting with Marshclaw, and it's in the BlazeClan borders = D
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