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Post by Redfoot on Jan 4, 2014 16:33:49 GMT -6
{ Finally got around to making this }
Redfoot sat in the Warriors Den, patiently awaiting her old friend, Emberstorm. He said they should talk later, and well, now was later. She hadn't actually told him to meet her there, though. She had telepathically sent him an invitation to meet her here.
Just kidding, that wasn't possible. She had just kinda hoped he might pop by and have time to catch up. If not, she would understand, but definitely be a little disappointed. After all, she hadn't seen him in moons!
The black feline sat in the entrance, her tail curled around her paws, and looked out onto the desolate camp. She sighed, secretly hoping he would stay. FireClan needed all the intelligence they could get, and Emberstorm was definitely intelligent enough.
Her ears twitched as she heard footsteps, but she didn't catch a scent. His scent was no longer familiar to her due to his days in IceClan, so who knew? |
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Post by Emberstorm on Jan 4, 2014 16:50:24 GMT -6
Ah really? He was invited for whatever reason it may be. The magical powers of those herbs Forestbreak had did wonders for him and he felt better. Less beaten up. Redfoot, a cat he had not seen forever, had invited him to well talk. He entered the den, trying to figure out what he wanted. The voice was being quiet, which prevented any unnecessary distractions, which he appreciate quite greatly.
He felt his scent still reeked of the grasses of where he grew up, just with a tang of snow and miserable cold. He literally thought there were days he would freeze to death. Well the invitation wasn't really an invitation it was more implied that there was one and he followed her scent to the den. Well I am here. he said briefly, stepping into the den. This would be interesting.
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Post by Redfoot on Jan 4, 2014 16:59:29 GMT -6
Oh! Her telepathic invitation had been received, and accepted. Emberstorm looked much better. Forestbreak really had done a good job fixing him up.
Redfoot's silvery eyes lit up when he came into view, and she waved her tail in greeting.
"I see that," she meowed, almost dryly, "How have you been?"
She studied him... He looked so different than when he had left FireClan the first time. She didn't like it. Everyone was changing, getting old, getting scarred. |
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Post by Emberstorm on Jan 4, 2014 19:06:42 GMT -6
He was certainly older looking than last time the two had laid eyes on one another. He also obtained scars and many many stories of days of far more glory than what was of now. He was currently, just a boring, old cat. Yes he was. Well other than clan mates attacking me. I am pretty swell. he said. He literally felt 1000 moons older than he did last time he was in fireclan, when he found out about his parents and when Crimson... died.
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