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Post by dove on Dec 23, 2008 16:32:18 GMT -5
Mousewhisker slunk her way to Claw Stone, her pawsteps soft and silent, her nose twitching to scent anyone. When the smell of a dozen or so cats hit her, she could name them. The oldest of them all, Arrowstrike. She shook her head slightly, as if trying to rid of an irksome fly and climbed the rock. She tilted her head up, gazing at the stars. "Brother, where are you?" She wondered softly. A crackle behind her made her neck hair stand on end, and she turned around sharply. "Who's there?" She called out.
OOC: Sorry, haven't done this in so long. A bit rusty.
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Post by rainfur on Feb 6, 2009 22:27:55 GMT -5
Wolfwhisker didn't mean to follow the she-cat into the clawstone, but his curiousity as a kit never changed. He found Mousewhisker a bit of a strange cat, but he didn't mind. She was a clanmate, and thats he needed to know. He spoke, showing himself, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snoop." He apoligized. His strong built towered over the she-cat. His white spot stood out of his gray fur just enough to where it made a glow effect inside the cave. He tried not to stand up so straight so he wasn't so incredibly tall. He felt like a walking badger when he was that tall.
His green eyes gazed at Mousewhisker, hoping for a forgiving sort of response.
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