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Post by Sageleaf on Jul 8, 2015 18:08:55 GMT -6
Sageleaf padded out of her den, using her paw to wipe some dew off her nose. Wow, CloudClan was nice and all, but even it had bad weather. It was raining outside of her den, but she was still under a shaded area so it didn't really matter to her. However, what did matter were two things. One: She was hungry; and two: She was lonely. She hadn't seen anyone around in quite a while, and was quite eager to socialize. With a quick movement, she padded over to the never-ending fresh-kill pile, grabbed two mice, and hauled them over to another cat's den. With a muffled voice, she called, "Hello? Is anyone in there? I come bearing gifts." she said with a smile, and sat waiting for an answer.
[Sorry, not one of my best posts, but I'm feeling lazy.]
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Post by Nighthowl on Jul 8, 2015 20:44:05 GMT -6
Nighthowl was kinda getting used to being dead, KINDA. She had stayed in the camp, pretending she was still alive and she was heading to her den. When she stood before her abandoned den, she saw another cloudclanner, older than nighthowl and smelled slightly of treeclan, also known as squirrelclan to her old mentor. She padded up to her, "Hiya, never seen you before." She said, cocking her head. She hoped she didn't scare the living daylights out of her, or she would be in trouble.
Muse is kinda low but whatever
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Post by Sageleaf on Jul 8, 2015 23:11:26 GMT -6
And, out strolled a young warrior. Well, this was quite unusual. CloudClan mostly contained kits or apprentices that had died from sickness and elders from old age, and the occasional senior warrior, like Sageleaf herself, who had died in battle. Younger warriors didn't tend to battle so much, but hey, it happened. This cat smelled faintly of what she recognized as FireClan's scent. Not that that really mattered. Not up here, anyway. Former Clan ties seemed to fade. They were still there, just not as strongly. Cats up here knew that they had to work together to help the Clans, and arguing among each other didn't really help do anything productive.
She didn't recognize the young warrior, but she was sure she'd know the cat's name soon. Hey. The name's Sageleaf. Wanna tell me yours? She said, a teasing tone in her voice.
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Post by Nighthowl on Jul 8, 2015 23:24:24 GMT -6
Nighthowl twitched her ears, "Nighthowl, or nighthawk if someone wants to call people names by their death." She said joking sarcastically. She examined the she-cat, she was bigger and had a few scars, all nighthowl had was shortness and crazy friends. "So.. How did ya get up here?" She said, she should start making a list. Dovekit, murdered. Hawkbreeze, burned to ashes. Applefall and Whitehawk, fell off a cliff. And her favorite death by what literally happened, voleblaze, eaten alive by darkstar. She needed to get a list, she couldn't even list them all now.
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