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Post by Ashtail on Feb 13, 2015 21:12:16 GMT -6
Ash blinked, wondering how her leader felt after the river poisoning. She was grateful of him naming her a part of the royalty. @drought has always been a valued part of DeathClan, and she respects him as a leader, and guessed she should have a conversation. Ash looked around the Leader's Tree, supposing that was where he was, but didn't want to provoke him by getting to close to his den.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2015 6:30:04 GMT -6
Though the sun wasn't setting yet, Drought had already had quite a long day. He'd run into a pair of insolent rogues during his walk outside DeathClan's territory. His pelt, now thoroughly stained by blood that was mostly not his own, told the tale well enough.
He was heading back to his den for some relaxation when he noticed a cat lingering nearby. Now here was somebody he'd been wanting to talk to for a while. "Ash," greeted the patched tom as he came to a halt several tail-lengths away. |
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Post by Ashtail on Feb 19, 2015 12:19:09 GMT -6
After a while, she wondered if he was even in his den. His scent was not to strong. But after hearing a familiar voice, she turned her head to see her leader behind her. "Drought, how are you?" she asked, a small dip of her head. She looked at his pelt alarmingly, but after a few sniffs, guessed it wasn't his blood. A battle somewhere, and guessing by the blood, he won.
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