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Post by Swanfrost on Apr 12, 2017 22:34:42 GMT -6
Swanfrost sat near the camp exit, the only sound able to reach her ears was the obnoxious crickets. It was moonhigh, though she had been awoken by... something. Maybe it was a dream. Or perhaps a noise had stirred her from her slumber. It didn't matter, she was up now, and she didn't think falling back asleep was a realistic goal for her. Swanfrost still wasn't exactly sure what to think about the whole fight thing that had gone down recently. She was the one at fault, after all, wasn't she? She supposed there was no need for Willowspirit to act the way she did... but Swanfrost probably would have done the same thing. Speak of the devil, Swanfrost caught her scent near her. |
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Post by Willowspirit on Apr 13, 2017 15:56:11 GMT -6
Willowspirit padded through the camp entrance, carrying two mice by their tails and a large sparrow. She'd been hunting a lot lately after her altercation with Brightwing and Swanfrost, trying to prove that she was skilled enough to stay in FireClan even if she attacked her clan-mates sometimes.
However as she stepped through the entrance, Willowspirit was immediately greeted by a familiar, but not friendly, face. Taken by surprise, Willowspirit dropped her prey, her skin flushing hot beneath her pelt. "Uh, sorry." The mottled she-cat mumbled, looking at the ground.
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Post by Swanfrost on Apr 13, 2017 22:15:22 GMT -6
Swanfrost forced herself not to glare, though her eyes narrowed in distaste instead. She watched the prey fall to the ground with a sickening thud, not moving to help her carry them any further. Why was she hunting so late at night anyway? Swanfrost thought about asking, but she didn't want Willowspirit to think that she actually cared. "Sorry for what? Dropping your prey? It's alright, I'm sure Cloudclan will forgive you for your horrendous crime." She seethed, sarcasm dripping off her tongue.
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Post by Willowspirit on Apr 13, 2017 23:24:40 GMT -6
Willowspirit stiffened at Swanfrost's reaction, her upper lip curling in disgust. With her tail flicking in irritation, the silver she-cat said no more, picking her prey back up and taking a moment to roll her eyes at her former friend before padding off to the fresh-kill pile to deposit her kills. No longer would Willowspirit show any signs of weakness by letting Swanfrost know how much she was hurting, love had only ever brought on pain.
Lashing her tail, she coldly started to stalk off, clearly unwilling to talk to the white she-cat.
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Post by Swanfrost on Apr 14, 2017 9:45:52 GMT -6
Swanfrost stuck her tongue out at her childishly as Willowspirit rolled her eyes. She watched her walk away, letting her ears droop. Swanfrost gently lowered herself to the ground, tucking her paws under her chest. She supposed she could keep watch all night.
(End of thread?)
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Post by Willowspirit on Apr 14, 2017 10:11:26 GMT -6
There was no way that Willowspirit would be able to sleep after this interaction, so instead of heading to the warrior's den, Willowspirit turned back around, heading out of the camp entrance. It wasn't healthy to keep pushing herself like this, especially with her wounds, but Willowspirit didn't care. She needed to hunt more.
((yeah, sure))
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