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Post by Weedtail on Jun 21, 2012 21:34:05 GMT -6
*weedtail looked around the elders den and swatted up some old dried up moss that seemed to crust at the edges* meh... stinking moss * she pursued to make the specimens into a odd looking crusty pile, as she sat her fat touche down on it she winced in disgust*
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Post by Bumblesong on Jun 21, 2012 22:07:04 GMT -6
[darn...so close...Jk]
Bumblepaw ducked into the elder's den, the smell of old moss dangling in the air with a pungent odor, "Dear Cloudclan what on earth?!" she exclaimed her tail slapping against her nose. She didn't know it was this bad! She had thought Moonpaw or Stormpaw had cleaned it out moons ago! Well, she thought wrong. A croaked voice echoed around the den. Bumblepaw shrugged it off as she dragged in a butt-load of moss. "Need some help?" she asked threw her clenched teeth.
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Post by Weedtail on Jun 21, 2012 22:18:06 GMT -6
if you can get the moss out of my BUTT.... *weedtail growled she wasent the prettiest or nicest elder*
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Post by Bumblesong on Jun 21, 2012 22:24:26 GMT -6
"If I can get the moss out of my ears!" she flashed back with a smirk. High-tolerance was the first lesson to the elders. Bumblepaw dragged in the moss and started to just lay it out. She snatched up the old moss with a claw, threw it, and replaced it with new moss. The tawny apprentice didn't make just one nest, instead, she made a whole carpet of moss, "No more stony lonesome!" she croaked in a Weedtail impression. She gave a smile and collapsed onto the bedding.
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Post by Weedtail on Jun 21, 2012 22:32:26 GMT -6
*weedtail glared at her smirk but didn't say anything since the apprentice actually cleaned the moss, being as old as she was and around for as long she couldent really controll her systems so when she got up to move to a new spot of moss her body let out a pretty fowl fart*
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Post by Bumblesong on Jun 21, 2012 22:37:23 GMT -6
Bumblepaw held her breath, she wouldn't lose her temper, sorry, she was changing for the better. "Nice one..." she mumbled. She focused inward, summoning anything she could. With a bubble of air, she opened her muzzle and let out a threatening burp, "Excuse me." she meowed sweetly, laying in the moss with a thud. She couldn't wait to be an elder.
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Post by Weedtail on Jun 21, 2012 22:41:43 GMT -6
*weedtail hoped the apprentice burped because the stench upset her stomach and not because she was trying to be rude... the elder looked at the apprentice* what are you still in here for anyway? I wouldn't exactly pick this place to hang out after my training
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Post by Bumblesong on Jun 22, 2012 15:04:08 GMT -6
Bumblepaw looked back a bit surprised, "What don't like company? The other apprentices aren't exactly a joy to hang out with. I find it much cooler to hang here. Besides, the other dens are all full of bee-brained mouse-heads, I'm sure you already knew that though." she explained rolling onto her stomach. The moss smelled nice at least, it would soak in a lot of the fumes. "Why want me out of here?" she asked her eyes narrowing.
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Post by Weedtail on Jun 23, 2012 11:35:57 GMT -6
It was a question...... im not trying to get rid of you , its just strange to see a apprentice ...stay here *weedtail thumped her tail, she looked looked around the den and at her own corner looking at the walls that had changed so many times, so many fights , so much abandonment... and yet this place still managed to rebuild itself*
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Post by Bumblesong on Jun 25, 2012 22:10:40 GMT -6
She gave a shrug, "I think it's much better here actually. Those other so-called apprentices don't know how to keep their yaps shut. and it only happens when it suits them." she gave a low growl as she explained her own complaints. Bumblepaw's ebony eyes went back to normal, instead to be replaced with a fire of annoyance, not of Weedtail though. In fact, the cranky elder sort of was cool to hang around. |
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Post by Weedtail on Jun 26, 2012 23:49:29 GMT -6
*Weedtail snorted , a characteristic trait of hers*
Most apprentices have huge egos.... think they own the world.... hopefully they will see they don't once the fighting starts
*she thumped her tail again and accidentally hit an old treasure of hers, she hoped the apprentice didn't notice the change in pitch, the elder got up and pulled some natural slate rock out from underneath her nest near her tail *
Darn rock!
*Weedtail hoped the apprentice would fall for the weird sounding rock instead of suspecting something else*
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