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Post by Mousetail on Dec 1, 2014 19:30:40 GMT -6
Mousetail had recently become a warrior and was moving his moss to the warriors den and found a quiet spot in the corner of the den. He liked contained areas. He didn't know why, all he knew was that he did. He laid down his moss and then lied down and gazed around, taking in his surroundings. The sooner he got used to his new den the better.
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Post by Macabre on Dec 3, 2014 13:59:00 GMT -6
The small, fluffy tom padded into the Warriors' Den, yawning. Due to tiredness, he stumbled into Mousetail by accident. "Sorry!" he squeaked in his normal high pitched voice. Looking up at the feline, he meowed, "Hey you must be the new warrior," he smiled. However, the ceremony was not the only place he could remember this cat from... He just couldn't think where else.
((yes fuzzyfur tends to recognise cats hes never met :T))
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Post by Mousetail on Dec 3, 2014 17:46:49 GMT -6
Mousetail yowled in surprise when Fuzzyfur tripped on him. Mousetail looked up quickly to see Fuzzyfur standing there looking apologetic. Mousetail smiled. "Yes, I am the new warrior." He said. "I remember you from somewhere. I cant remember where, but I remember you name, Fuzzyfur."
(Im pretty sure fuzzyfur met me before.)
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Post by Macabre on Dec 4, 2014 1:48:28 GMT -6
"Umm... Yeah," he replied, tilting his head slightly. and grooming his paw as he couldn't think of what to do next.
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Post by Mousetail on Dec 8, 2014 18:16:27 GMT -6
Mousetail just stood there feeling sort of awkward.
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Post by Macabre on Dec 9, 2014 1:33:53 GMT -6
"Wanna do something." Fuzzyfur's fur puffed out annoyingly.
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Post by Silverlight on Dec 10, 2014 4:27:52 GMT -6
Silverlight padded in and saw Mousetail and Fuzzyfur. She mewed a greeting. "Hi, Mousetail, Fuzzyfur." (YAY im a warrior )
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Post by Macabre on Dec 10, 2014 10:25:28 GMT -6
"Hello," Fuzzyfur dipped his head.
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Post by Silverlight on Dec 11, 2014 4:57:14 GMT -6
Silverlight stood there awkwardly. "Well, Me and Maggotscreech are the new warriors. Watch out for the maggot." she mewed.
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Post by Macabre on Dec 11, 2014 10:14:21 GMT -6
"Congrats!" he meowed squeakily to Silverlight, however, his happy mood was suddenly lost, "Maggotscreech..." he felt the mood to attack something at that point.
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Post by Mousetail on Dec 12, 2014 20:06:05 GMT -6
"Congrats on your ceremony." Mousetail said. He started to smile, but then the smile froze on his face when he heard the name maggotscreech. The smile slowly disappeared. He forced another one. "Well, maybe that now hes a warrior he'll be more responsible." But he was trying to convince himself as much as he was trying to convince his friends. He doubted that maggotscreech would change: He just liked pranks. And if he liked pranks, there was barely anything to stop him from doing it. Mousetail knew that the only cat able to even slightly control him was darkstar: And mousetail didn't think that there was going to be much success even there. "Maybe." He repeated.
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Post by Macabre on Dec 13, 2014 2:11:56 GMT -6
Fuzzyfur nodded in agreement, deciding there as nothing he could at so he sat there looking like a ball of extremely fluffy mess.
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Post by Mousetail on Dec 13, 2014 20:07:34 GMT -6
(Anyone realize that It's leafbare?) Mousetail sat down as well, trying to think of what to do. "Why don't we play a game?" Mousetail asked. *Wow.* He thought *that is literally all we do around here. I haven't even been on a patrol yet.* He soon realized how rediculous his suggestion was. "Ok. Maybe not the games we know of. Maybe we could put the snow to use?" Mousetail suggested. *Ive never played with snow before* Mousetail thought. *I wonder what we could do with it.* He came up with a bunch of ideas and activities that they could do with the snow. A smile formed around his face. Not a normal smile. This smile was a smile that clearly showed that some plotting was going on. Mousetail liked coming up with sinister plots, even though he never uses them. In his free time he had come up with 25 ways to sneak into the warriors den undetected, and one of which involved a complicated path which involved leaping on top of a rock, doing a risky somersault which should land the cat next to one of the brambles, Making a quick loop around the den, and then catching the guard by surprise, ducking so the guard doesn't see the cat who was ambushing him, muffling his yowl, knocking him out, and then silently padding into the den. Mousepaw smiled at his perfectly formulated plan. He then realized that he had lost focus and shifted his mind back to the snow. His idea was not as good as the invasion idea, but it was the best that he could do. His idea for the snow was actually a prank. He didn't know who, but he was hoping that Maggotscreech would be out so he could get a little revenge. He liked that idea.
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Post by Silverlight on Dec 14, 2014 2:27:03 GMT -6
"Well, I doubt Maggotscreech will stop being an annoying furball anytime soon," Silverlight mewed. She thought for a moment. "I have an idea for a game in the snow..." she mewed, leading them out of the warriors' den.(Mousetail, Silverlight is going to do something that you might not like...... lol)
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Post by Mousetail on Dec 14, 2014 19:05:25 GMT -6
( uh-oh)
Mousetail followed silver light out into the snowy area of the camp. It wasn't snowing currently, but it was very cold, that's for sure. Mousetail's idea was to wait to see if maggotscreech was going to come out of his den any time soon, and if he was, launch his prank. His prank was that they gather around 3 mouthfuls of snow and crowd it on top of the cliff, and when maggotscreech came below the trap, he would push all of the snow down onto him, then silently retreat, so maggotscreech would have no idea who pranked him. A sinister smile formed on his face. He, to his surprise, then saw a flash of green. He shook his head a bit harder than usual and then decided that his prank would wait and that first he would do what silverlight wanted him to do. Except, something seemed a little off about the way she said that she had an idea. He shook it off. She probably wasn't planning something. And besides, even if she was, he could handle it. He was the master of pranks. He knew all tactics. *Well, mostly all* He thought. He shook off the thought.
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