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Post by Thistlefang on Feb 23, 2015 22:07:31 GMT -6
Thistlepaw snickered and looked at her crossly. "So what? If I hurt myself Mintfrost could just fix me up and I'd be fine." He shrugged, licking the top of Brindlepaw's head once. "I'm okay. Let's get out of this bush. It smells terrible." He wrinkled his nose and brushed past twigs and leaves, exiting back into the old camp clearing.
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Post by Brindlepaw on Mar 15, 2015 16:23:24 GMT -6
Brindlepaw hurried after him, a bit worried. "Are you sure you aren't hurt?" She fretted. "And I wouldn't want you hurt! What if you wouldn't recover?" She looked at him with sorrowful eyes, hating the thought.
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Post by Thistlefang on Mar 15, 2015 16:37:13 GMT -6
Thistlepaw rolled his eyes. "I told you, I'm fine. I'll go see the medicine cats if it'll make you feel better." He yawned and settled down in a small patch of sun. He looked to Brindlepaw and scowled. "CloudClan, I'm fine! Stop worrying!" He snapped at her, thumping his tail against the ground.
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Post by Brindlepaw on Apr 4, 2015 14:38:20 GMT -6
ThistlefangBrindlepaw gave him a small slap on his rear end with her tail. "Oh, hush!" She mewed. "Fine, fine, fine. So, what do you want to do now?" She asked, changing the subject.
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Post by Thistlefang on Apr 4, 2015 20:06:13 GMT -6
Thistlepaw yipped and glared at her a little. He shrugged at her question. "Whatever you want."
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Post by Brindlepaw on Apr 8, 2015 18:35:01 GMT -6
"You can decide." Brindlepaw mewed. "So long as it isn't boring, you can decide... What are you in the mood to do?"
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Post by Thistlefang on Apr 8, 2015 19:27:20 GMT -6
Thistlepaw laid on the ground and started to curl up into a ball. "I'm in the mood to sleep."
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Post by Brindlepaw on Apr 8, 2015 19:33:40 GMT -6
Brindlepaw rolled her eyes. 'Now he's tired?' She asked herself. 'Whatever I guess.' Brindlepaw sighed and curled up beside Thistlepaw, lightly pressing against him.
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Post by Thistlefang on Apr 8, 2015 19:38:19 GMT -6
Thistlepaw flinched as he felt her beside him. His fur grew hot with embarrassment and he squirmed away from the tabby. The tom swished his tail, sending dirt her way. He chuckled and hid his face behind his tail.
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Post by Brindlepaw on Apr 8, 2015 19:40:27 GMT -6
Brindlepaw suddenly jumped when she felt dirt getting into her fur, and she looked over at him, raising her cat eyebrow. "Uhm..."
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Post by Thistlefang on Apr 8, 2015 19:41:56 GMT -6
Thistlepaw ignored her and pretended to snore. This is so funny. She better not be mad at me.
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Post by Brindlepaw on Apr 8, 2015 19:43:51 GMT -6
'He looks like an old elder.' She thought to herself before sending dirt his way with her tail.
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Post by Thistlefang on Apr 8, 2015 19:47:18 GMT -6
Thistlepaw pretended to wake up and grinned. "Keep doing it, I love the dirt." He started rolling around.
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Post by Brindlepaw on Apr 8, 2015 19:48:54 GMT -6
Brindlepaw looked at him in disgust. "Gross!" She mewed. "How could you love dirt? It's so... Dirty!"
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Post by Thistlefang on Apr 8, 2015 19:50:27 GMT -6
He laughed. Standing up, Thistlepaw walked over to her and rubbed against her, trying to get her dirty with his fur.
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