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Post by Creeksong on Mar 24, 2014 23:17:08 GMT -6
Creekpaw wasn't exactly fond of the elders, but she had her duties to do. And, since Waspwing and Koisplash had stepped down, she found it interesting. She was going to be seeing these supposedly strong cats withering away until they were in CloudClan at this point. It was a morbid thought, but she found it more entertaining.
With moss strung over her back and three mice in her jaws. Making her way into the elders den, she didn't stop to ask and say hello, but rather got to work. She moved the old nests out and replaced them with the nicer moss, placing a mouse on each of them. She didn't know who's nests they were, and didn't care. She wasn't paying attention when she ran into an elder.
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Post by Waspwing on Mar 29, 2014 11:44:15 GMT -6
Waspwing had been snoozing soundly when something bumped into him. He opened his eyes so that they were barely slits, just in time to hear a small voice apologize. He rose to sit up, eyes now fully opened, and he looked at the young black-and-white apprentice. He recognized her as Creekpaw, a cat he had briefly seen or met sometime before. It was entirely possible that he had even made her an apprentice in the first place, but he no longer remembered after so many.
He noticed the new, clean nests, as well as the mice Creekpaw had brought along with her, and flicked his tail tip. "I see you haven't just come to clean." He mumbled, still groggy and waking up.
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