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Post by Clove on May 12, 2017 22:00:04 GMT -6
174 words You think your mad. You aint seen nothing yet. | The silver/cream based marble tabby padded out side of the warrior den. To be greeted by a lovely day. The wind carried promise of a cool evening, and good hunting. She flicked her long tail, time to pass on another apprentice. She was actualy warming up to the little Tiger. Though she wouldn't say it to his always smiley face. She was going to miss having him in tow. She called out, "@jcoonoranges." She stepped away and waited for the tom to join her out side. She glanced at the sky, she shook her head. Today was a joyous day for the young Tiger. She scanned the blue pelt above and thought back on the story she had been told.. about Starclan. Clove thought it to be to happy and opticmistic to be real though it would be a dream to a reline like her. Of course she had done nothing in her life worth honoring. |
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2017 23:26:52 GMT -6
 Tigerpaw Tigerpaw woke up as soon as his name was called. He bounced up and raced out of the den, before sitting as still as he could in front of his mentor.
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Post by Clove on May 13, 2017 13:47:15 GMT -6
75 words You think your mad. You ain't seen nothing yet. | She cast her green optics to study the tom. He was large, but that of course was because he was full grown at this point. She gave him a faint smile. "You know that the plan is." She glanced at the tunnel and flicked her ear. "I see no reason to waste time, your hunting assessment starts now."
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 16:44:19 GMT -6
Tigerpaw Tigerpaw didn't really know the plan.. Hunting assessment... three or four pieces? Or.. what?? he thought. He slightly panicked before simply nodding and rushing out of the camp. The tom smelled around for a few minutes, before coming across mouse. He followed the scent until finding a small creature next to a rock. He crawled and dodged objects on the ground, before pouncing and catching it between his paws, with a killing bite to it's neck.
Tigerpaw then buried it and continued, and not to further, caught the scent of some bird, and followed it's scent quickly. He frowned as he believe it flew off, but something landed on the ground a few lengths away. He turned to face it, and crawled to the feathery bird with a small smirk. The tom then pounced, and landed a paw on it's wing. It squawked and chipped a few times, before he killed it.
The tom really hoped Clove or any other prey didn't hear it, and he left to search for more prey.
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