Shadowpelt
Warrior
Remember, this ain't a scene, it's an armsrace.
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Post by Shadowpelt on Jun 12, 2014 14:38:06 GMT -6
Shadowpelt sat just out of reach of the shadows, for once enjoying the sun on his pelt. The current situation in all the Clans was tumultuous, and he was currently thinking about what could possibly be the future of the Clan that was his home. While he was in thought, he heard a loud snap, as though some careless cat had just stepped on a large stick. "Who's there?" he called out; he didn't care all that much, really, but he'd like to know who had disrupted his thought process.
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Post by Darkpool on Jun 18, 2014 6:42:16 GMT -6
Darkpool turned her head as she heard a familiar but distant cold voice - Shadowpelt. Walking out of the shadows, she dipped her head and sat down. "Greetings, Shadowpelt. Nice to see you again. I've become a warrior, now." Smiling slightly eerily, the black she-cat turned her head to look at the stick she'd pushed off a small, shiny rock. The dents and cracks in it seemed to shine in the sun. Poking the rock, Darkpool shrugged and turned back to Shadowpelt. "Not Shadowfrost, huh? I'm not Darkfrost, though. I'm Darkpool."
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