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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2015 4:57:46 GMT -6
open Applescorch had been rather bored since discovering her brother in Iceclan. The little get-together had been fun times, but now she was home and finding herself with a lack of things to do, and a best friend that was busy playing pop-the-weasel with someone he wouldn't tell her about.
With a miffed sigh the ginger tuxedo rolled onto her back, paws crossed serenely as she glared at the sky. CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE |
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Post by Frostpaw on Nov 5, 2015 3:49:56 GMT -6
Frostpaw, as was her habit, was seated at the entrance to the apprentices' den, looking for someone to talk to. It was pretty lonely, all alone in this great big clan. All her friends seemed to be out interacting with other cats or training. But Ivystem, her mentor, was hardly around, and Frostpaw wasn't really one for speaking to kits. They tended to be loud, louder than she ever thought anyone could be!
Which brought her back to her current dilemma, staring out into camp. Her gaze landed on a ginger-pelted cat, lying on her back and staring at the sky. This cat was one Frostpaw didn't recognise, which wasn't an uncommon thing. What was slightly more uncommon was the fact that the she-cat looked to be about warrior age. Cats in Rockclan tended to disappear as they grew, which made kits a common sight, whilst warriors were considerably less so. She only knew one warrior personally, and said warrior was Ivystem, so it didn't really count. Giving a resigned sigh, Frostpaw padded slowly towards the warrior, unsure if the other cat would be annoyed at being bothered by an apprentice. "Hi? I'm Frostpaw."
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