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Post by Mothpaw on Mar 28, 2017 1:45:32 GMT -6
mothpaw's eyes widened; she couldn't see how rockclan could possibly be worse than treeclan. she followed redfoot to a riverbed, dozens of reeds growing along it. the water was clear, and she might have considered going for a swim later but for the abundance of lily pads that could be found on the surface.
she screwed up her face as she registered a particularly pungent smell, coming from the other side of the border. so this was rockclan. as u likely as it seemed, it smelt even worse than treeclan, and she was just glad that she had been born a fireclanner.
"yuck," she complained, scuffing the ground with a grey paw.
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Post by Redfoot on Apr 2, 2017 8:46:38 GMT -6
A small laugh rumbled from Redfoot's throat, and she continued walking. She had always had a strong distaste for RockClan, and enjoyed making fun of the Clan as often as she could. She wrinkled her nose once more, glad to be leaving the scent of an opposing Clan behind. The senior warrior really felt the urge to groom herself, to cleanse the smell of RockClan away from her black pelt. She pushed that desire to the back of her mind, and picked up the pace to a jog.
Redfoot eased the pace as she saw the approaching Dandelion Hill. This was her favorite place, especially during warmer seasons. The hill was starting to turn green again, and small patches of flowers were blooming at the start of newleaf. Redfoot took a deep breath, taking in the fresh scent of blooming dandelions.
"This, as you may have guessed, is Dandelion Hill," Redfoot told Mothpaw. |
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Post by Mothpaw on Apr 30, 2017 0:04:37 GMT -6
//o this is rlly late im so s o r r y
"dandelion hill," mothpaw echoed in a thoughtful murmur. she felt quite vulnerable up here; there were no trees, no protection from predators that might have happened to be flying overhead. falcons, for one.
i wonder what falconpaw's doing? once her thoughts had wandered to the dark tabby's namesake, it seemed that he followed immediately.
"i... don't like it up here," she voiced, cringing internally at how critical the words sounded. "there's no protection from birds of prey." it was pretty sure, but the sea of dandelions wasn't very practical, unless they had some medicinal properties she knew no time of. she breathed in their fragrant scent, deciding that she might as well enjoy it.
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