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Post by Thundercloud on Jan 9, 2013 18:34:14 GMT -6
Sad. That was one word to describe Thundercloud. Shadefall had left him and gone for...what was his name..Thistle something. Whatever. He would get over it. The grey tom padded outside and grabbed a vole, slowly chewing on it. What to do, what to do.
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Post by Thornpaw on Jan 9, 2013 18:38:09 GMT -6
The young tabby apprentice had bounded outside to grab a piece of prey from the fresh-kill pile, when he noticed a warrior there. Feeling in the mood to meet new people and make new friends, hopefully. "Hello there." Thornpaw blinked his light green eyes once, and sat himself down next to the warrior, hoping he wouldn't mind.
The day wasn't special in particular. Just the typical sort of cross between Newleaf and Leafbare. Leafbare was already starting to draw to an end ... it seemed to pass by so quickly. Thornpaw would certainly miss it, as he loved the snow like nothing else. Except maybe his mother. But they were two different things. |
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Post by Silverblaze on Jan 10, 2013 15:30:34 GMT -6
Silverblaze padded to the fresh kill pile. She froze when she saw Thunder... he was a warrior now, so he had a different name. "Hi," she meowed. "Congrats on becoming a warrior."
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