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Post by Adderstrike on Jan 14, 2013 5:15:21 GMT -6
He was a new warrior, so he had to comprehend and make new "friends". He didn't know where to start, maybe a friend, then a best friend, then maybe possibly a mate. No, he was still pretty young no mate yet. He flopped onto his side, where would he start, a friend didn't just pop out of nowhere.
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Post by Bumblesong on Jan 14, 2013 6:58:01 GMT -6
Begging to differ, the beige she-cat ran out of the tunnel, her nose high and eyes lit with triumph. In her mouth a plump rabbit dangled lifelessly. She was now, the best hunter ever. Or at least in her mind she thought so.
This would feed the queens, maybe even if just for today they wouldn't go hungry. She let out a small sigh, her brown eyes wandering to her own slim shape. She was thin; sacrificing meals of course, she was going to be thin; it was the sad, harsh, way of Leafbare. No way around it.
With a small mod of pride at the pile, she walked into the warrior den, not bothering to watch her paws. In doing so, she tripped, her back let catching on a brown tabby and causing her to fall down. Bumblesong gave a small curse, but wiped her mind clean.
"You know, cats don't normally sleep in the doorway." She said with a small hiss. What it really sounded like was, 'If you don't wanna get shredded, I advise you move.' But she was being nice.
The warrior paused, recognizing the tabby from the ceremonies. "Adderstrike, right? I'm Bumblesong." She said merrily, her earlier mood seeming to dissipate.
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