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Post by dove on Jul 15, 2008 14:43:16 GMT -5
Brackenstar sat in the middle of Floral Steppe, watching, waiting. He felt a faint breeze tickle the flowers, and tickle the fine fur around his ears. Twitching his ears once, he started to move his tail, thumping, as if counting. 'He's late.' He thought sternly of his apprentice.
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Post by Flamey on Jul 16, 2008 8:02:58 GMT -5
Darkpaw raced through the forest, sending leaves flying into the air. He arrived at the Floral Steppe, skidding to a halt and sending some flower petals fluttering in the breeze. He could feel the blood rush to his cheeks. His first training session and he had overslept! He silently scolded himself, wishing that he would be more responsible. He stared at his paws, bracing himself for his mentor to reprimand him. |
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Post by dove on Jul 18, 2008 14:03:50 GMT -5
Brackenstar watched his apprentice, saying nothing for several heartbeats. Finally, "You're late." He critiqued. His stern look could not be held. Soon, his whiskers twitched in humor and his eyes were kind. "I remember being an apprentice, my mentor had to come and fetch me from the den." He laughed at the memory.
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Post by Flamey on Aug 14, 2008 0:28:14 GMT -5
"Sorry." Darkpaw mumbled, loud enough for his mentor to hear. His ears were flattened against his head. Even after his mentor's attempt to make him feel better, he still felt like a complete mousebrain. He let out a heavy sigh, determined to make up for his lazyness. "What are we going to learn today?" his mood suddenly shifting from guilt to excitement. [/size] |
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Post by dove on Aug 16, 2008 15:32:41 GMT -5
Brackenstar purred in amusement. "I think we should practice your hunting. We need as much hunters as we can get through this drought." His brow furrowed as he thought about his clan's safety.
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