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Post by Lambkit on Nov 4, 2017 13:57:35 GMT -6
Lambkit sat in the nursery entrance, munching on her tail in worry. She could see a sharp thorn sticking up out of the ground, just waiting for a cat to step on it. ’I hope someone sees it before it’s too late.’
Then one of her clanmates started walking toward it, seemingly oblivious to the doom of a thorn that loomed ahead. Her eyes widened in fear, and she jumped straight up. ”H-hey! Look out!”
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Post by Whitejaw on Nov 7, 2017 13:24:19 GMT -6
-too lazy for format but hello-
Whitejaw stretched as he made his way out of the warriors den, glancing around at the camp. He didn't really have much to do. Sure, he could go hunting but the young warrior decided that he'd rather have a small walk around the camp and maybe start conversation with a clanmate. Apparently, he found himself doing just so as he passed the nursery, stalling his movement when he heard a kitten's voice.
Whitejaw looked down at the ground, stepping backwards slightly and smiling when he saw the thorn on the ground. He turned his gaze towards the kit and grinned, " Thank you for warning me" the dark tom purred, crouching so he was closer to the kit's height, "you just saved me from a possible trip to the medicine cat."
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Post by Lambkit on Nov 7, 2017 13:47:15 GMT -6
Lambkit nodded vigorously when he bent down to her height. ”I was so scared you were gonna step on it.” She squeaked, staring up at the warrior. He was so big and strong! ’He probably has better things to do than talk to a kit. I’d better shut my mouth.’ She thought, but the longer she looked at him the more curious she got, and she couldn’t help but ask a question.
”What’s your name, sir?” She asked, hoping she used that formality correctly. She wanted to be as respectful as possible. This was a warrior she was talking to.
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Post by Whitejaw on Nov 7, 2017 14:15:50 GMT -6
Whitejaw grinned again, deciding to lie down and wrapping his long tail around himself. "You don't have to call me sir," He chuckled softly, "the name's Whitejaw," he purred, "what do you call yourself?" The warrior asked, moving his paw over to bat the thorn away where it hopefully wouldn't cause anyone any issues.
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Post by Lambkit on Nov 7, 2017 18:09:29 GMT -6
Lambkit bit her lip. Was it wrong to have called him sir? Was that implying he was old? ’Oh no! I didn’t mean that! I gotta apologize don’t I? But would that make it weird?’ Her fur grew stiff as thoughts started slamming into her mind. But then he spoke again. It seemed all was well.
”Are you called that because of your chin?” She asked, tapping on her chin with a paw. She set it down before answering him. ”I’m Lambkit.”
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