Willowleaf
Warrior
the stars at night / are fictional sights / clapclapclapclap / we cannot trust the darkness
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Post by Willowleaf on Feb 24, 2015 0:04:22 GMT -6
Willowlight was lazily daydreaming in his nest, having nothing better to do. He had a little bummed out when he heard there was going to be a retaliation on DeathClan, and he hadn't made it in time to join the patrol. Maybe its for the best, I've always been better at hunting anyways, he thought with a pout, scrunching his nose as he dismissed the thought and got to his paws.
Wanting to remove any negative emotions from his train of thought, he decided to go find one of his friends. Or make some new ones. Actually, that's sound it could be fun, he thought cheerfully, looking around for someone he had yet to have a conversation with. Spotting a relatively unfamiliar face, he padded up to the other cat with a bright smile, "Hello," he greeted, waiting for the other cat to face him before he introduced himself.
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Post by Barrensong on Feb 24, 2015 14:47:25 GMT -6
"Hello."
Barrensong's body was covered in ash, giving her white pelt a coating of sooty black. She smiled seeing that Willowlight did not know it was her. Gently wiping her face clean, the warrior stifled out a giggle, finding it amusing how a simple addition would create such a diversion.
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Willowleaf
Warrior
the stars at night / are fictional sights / clapclapclapclap / we cannot trust the darkness
Posts: 247
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Post by Willowleaf on Feb 25, 2015 1:26:41 GMT -6
Willowlight blinked, leaning forwards for a second to make sure he was seeing things, then leaned back and blinked again. "Barrensong...?" the pale tabby said incredulously. Now, he could be wrong, but the last time he checked the blue-eyed she-cat was not the smokey shade black cat in front of him was-- yet the face matched, and behind the scent of cinders he could faintly make out the distinct scent of his speechless friend. "Goodness, what happened to you?" he asked, reaching a paw tentatively forward to brush against her pelt, slightly surprised when the ash rubbed of onto his paw. Knowing she wouldn't be able to provide a verbal answer, he decided to just offer help, "Do you need any help getting that stuff off?"
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Post by Barrensong on Feb 25, 2015 19:54:25 GMT -6
Barrensong nodded her head with such delight when Willowlight assumed it was her. So he did recognize her! She shrugged, not wanting to tell her friend her recent adventures nearby the twoleg nests. It wasn't like if she wanted to go exploring there, she just ended up wandering a bit off of Treeclan's boundaries and accidentally got her face coated with the ash when avoiding the flames that the twolegs seemed to be so fond of during the season.
She froze, allowing the tabby to wipe her clean, knowing that he would understand that she would not be able to speak. Good. So he would not be able to tell Whitehawk about this. When questioned if he could help get rid of her disguise, she nodded, continuing to lick her paw and rubbing the wetness against her face.
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