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Post by Hawkfeather on Nov 13, 2012 19:24:36 GMT -6
Hawkpaw had never seen an elder before. Just like he'd never seen his leader nor deputy, but that was different. But he knew that others had talked to the famous Redstorm before, so he was giving it a shot. He had brought fresh moss, just in case the elder would become grumpy that he'd come here just to chat.
Hawkpaw stood in the entrance, surveying the den. It seemed very......broken. Like no one cared for it at all. Hawkpaw bet that no one did. "Redstorm?" He called out, a bit unsure of this. He was a bit scared of the elder about meeting the elder.
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Post by Redstorm on Nov 13, 2012 21:34:50 GMT -6
Redstorm blinked open one eye. Now what, another kit here for a story? He noticed the apprentice, standing there with moss beside him. Oh, so the apprentices were finally starting to do their duties, eh? About time those lazy fur-balls stepped up their game.
He sat up, still a bit drowsy from his nap. "Yes, yes, what is it?" He muttered, looking into Hawkpaw's eyes.
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