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Post by Thistleflame on Jan 20, 2013 0:11:11 GMT -6
Stupid. Piece. Of fur. Stupid. Thistleflame was in his nest, trying to refrain himself from shredding the moss padding that he had in it. He had nothing better to do than think about Sharpclaw, and attempting not to take his anger out at anything near him. Sure, Foxpaw said she forgave him, but that didn't mean that he had to. |
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Post by Sharpfang on Jan 20, 2013 0:20:36 GMT -6
Sharpclaw was doing nothing as usual. He was thinking of Foxpaw. He didn't mean to hurt her. He just wanted to be friends, that's all. He wanted her back, her normal, weird, cute self. He sighed a little. His gaze flicked around the den, oh and look who he found. Thistleflame. He wouldn't be that surprised of he was mad at him. He just ignored him and curled up into a small ball, hoping he would just leave him alone for once in his life time.
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Post by Thistleflame on Jan 20, 2013 13:39:25 GMT -6
Nope. Wasn't happening. He was staring at no where in particular, when he noticed the black and white tom. Getting up from his nest, he walked over to where he was, and couldn't help but let out a short laugh. Sharpclaw honestly looked ridiculous curled up, as if afraid of the world. |
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Post by Sharpfang on Jan 20, 2013 14:05:22 GMT -6
Sharpclaw's ears twitched as he heard some near him. He turned his head to see Thistleflame. Aw great. He sat up and looked at him, his eyes narrowed. What? He asked. Did he have to destroy everyday of his life? He's just irritating to him.
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