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Post by Snowpaw on Nov 25, 2016 22:28:38 GMT -6
Birchpaw
Snowpaw walked quietly through the TreeClan territory. He couldn't seem to find his mentor, so the days dragged on without any training or apprentice duties assigned to him. He had resorted to trekking through and mapping out the clan territory, at this point he could probably circled around the whole forest with his eyes closed. Lately he had taken to hunting--with the snow setting in his fluffy white pelt finally become of use to him. Currently, the white tom was stalking after a frail blackbird. Suddenly a noise came from the distant--maybe a few yards away through the trees--scarring his prey into flight. Snowpaw hissed and began to stomp towards where the noise had originated from. His eyes narrowed as they landed on another apprentice. "Hey!" he mewed, a twinge of annoyance in his voice.
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Post by Birchpaw on Nov 26, 2016 8:20:53 GMT -6
Birchpaw was wandering around in TreeClan territory, blind amber eyes staring at nothing. She padded deeper into the territory trying her pelt to avoid trees with her remaining senses. It wasn't easy at all. Birchpaw then heard a twig crack beneath her paws and an annoyed hiss from another apprentices. The brown and white tabby didn't really care that she had just scared away some prey nor did she want to. "What do you want." She snapped, twitching her tail.
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Post by Snowpaw on Nov 29, 2016 2:17:35 GMT -6
"You just scared away my prey, flea-brain," he grumbled, his annoyance dying down a bit now that he was face-to-face with the perpetrator. He had already gathered a good amount of prey after all, and the scrawny bird didn't make too much of a difference. He was reasonable enough to know that he couldn't get the bird back, nor would being upset about loosing a catch do anything to help the situation, but this time of year always put a damper on his mood.
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Petal Prince
