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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2014 17:03:16 GMT -6
Raccoonkit usually never did anything scandalous. But, today, she was going to sneak into the Apprentices' Den, hopefully without being caught. The she-cat had just entered the den when she heard something. |
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Post by Bluesplash on Sept 20, 2014 17:05:29 GMT -6
Bluepaw smiled as he stepped over to the apprentice-aged kit. "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in." He purred, sitting in front of her. "I could tattle on you, or I could talk to you. Pick your poison." He joked.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2014 17:14:29 GMT -6
Raccoonkit gulped when the tom spoke to her. "Pick my poison? Are you threatening me?" She narrowed her eyes. |
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Post by Bluesplash on Sept 20, 2014 17:22:20 GMT -6
Bluepaw shook his head. "No, it's a figure of speech. I meant, pick if you'd rather me tell your mom about you sneaking in, or if you'd rather have a conversation with me." He said reassuringly.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2014 17:27:36 GMT -6
Raccoonkit gave a small sigh of relief. "If you say so. I would much rather like to do the second option." |
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