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Post by Minnowpaw on Apr 19, 2015 3:44:50 GMT -6
||i just realized were are rping cats that are rping /mindblown/|| Minnowkit surveyed the area carefully, eyeing the sandy patch warily as if it were actually real enemy territory. " It seems they have left the camp unguarded," she whispered to Pikekit, " it's probably best if we claim the territory now." Without waiting for a response she charged towards the sandy patch, knocking up dusty-sand and she pounced into the clearing. " Blast! Their attacking!" she wailed, falling down and flailing about as some sand got in her eye. |
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Post by Pikepaw on Apr 19, 2015 3:53:35 GMT -6
Pikekit was trailing after Minnowkit within moments, though refrained from leaping into the clearing, if only to avoid colliding with the silver tabby. He watched, holding back giggles, as Minnowkit writhed around in the sand, eventually unable to hold back and bursting out laughing.
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Post by Minnowpaw on Apr 19, 2015 14:37:12 GMT -6
Minnowkit froze as she heard the other kits laughter, her fur pricking indignantly and her ears lying flat against her head in anger. "What in CloudClan's name are you laughing at," the silver tabby growled, blinking the sand from her eyes as she rolled onto her paws to faced Pikekit.
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Post by Pikepaw on Apr 19, 2015 16:06:02 GMT -6
"You're covered in sand-- they should've named you Sandykit!" he mewled, laughing harder at the thought.
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Post by Minnowpaw on Apr 19, 2015 16:20:09 GMT -6
"Well, they're going to rename you Shreddedkit by the time I'm done with you," Minnowkit snarled, leaping towards Pikekit, though her claws were sheathed.
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Post by Pikepaw on Apr 19, 2015 16:29:00 GMT -6
Pikekit squealed as Minnowkit landed on him, sinking quickly to the ground under the weight of the smaller she-cat.
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Post by Minnowpaw on Apr 19, 2015 16:31:26 GMT -6
Minnowkit hissed down at the tom, raking her sheathed hind paws across his back. "I'll teach you not to laugh at me," she mewled, though the earlier hostility had started to dilute.
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Post by Pikepaw on Apr 19, 2015 16:39:18 GMT -6
Pikekit squealed again as Minnowkit raked her paws across his back, his fits of giggling dying down to small spurts of bubbly laughter.
"Okay, okay, I surrender, you can get off now," he mewled, trying to struggle free from the silver tabby's grip.
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Post by Minnowpaw on Apr 19, 2015 16:47:14 GMT -6
"Not until you say that 'Minnowstar is the best, most awesome leader of all time'," the dark silver tabby instructed, pinning Pikekit down to the sandy floor.
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Post by Minnowpaw on Apr 19, 2015 16:47:49 GMT -6
"Not until you say that 'Minnowstar is the best, most awesome leader of all time'," the dark silver tabby instructed, pinning Pikekit down to the sandy floor.
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Post by Pikepaw on Apr 19, 2015 16:49:51 GMT -6
Pikekit rolled his eyes playfully from under the other kitten,
"Fine," he gave in, "Minnowstar is the best, most awesome leader of all time," the dark gray-blue tom drawled dramatically, stifling a giggle once he was finished.
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Post by Minnowpaw on Apr 19, 2015 16:58:18 GMT -6
Minnowkit snorted indignantly, but rolled off Pikekit all the same. "You bet your tail I am," she grumbled, looking over the other kit as he got up, making sure she didn't hurt him.
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Post by Pikepaw on Apr 19, 2015 17:10:02 GMT -6
Pikekit dragged himself onto his paws, shaking flecks of sand from his dark pelt, the grains flying off like droplets of water.
"Do you wan't to play another game now? OH! Can we play mossball? I like that game," the gray-blue tom said, his tabby-tipped tail thrashing excitedly.
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Post by Minnowpaw on Apr 19, 2015 17:13:49 GMT -6
He still wan't to play a game with me? the silver tabby thought, blinking in surprise at Pikekit, he really has got bee's in his brain. "Fine-- you have to go get the moss though," Minnowkit mewled, waving her tail dismissively.
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Post by Pikepaw on Apr 19, 2015 17:29:05 GMT -6
"Yes!" Pikekit cheered, spinning towards the direction of the nursery, "wait a moment, I'll be right back," he called over his shoulder as he raced towards the den.
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