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Post by razorclaw on Feb 14, 2005 19:23:51 GMT -5
"The sun is getting low. I better get shelter before it's night."
Razorclaw looked at his surroundings. There was a small stream there, a copse of trees here. Okay, over there's some boulders. "I'm sure I can find someplace there."
He slowly made his way up the rocks to a small cave. As he stepped in, he heard a sharp hiss. He quickly turned to find a small snake, menacing but luckily not poisonous. With a flick of his paw, the snake was sent tumbling down.
Tired from his day, Razorclaw settled for the night, slipping into dreams.
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Post by brightpelt on Feb 17, 2005 23:29:18 GMT -5
Brightpelt smelled the air for signs of prey. It was getting close to sunset, the time when she had to go to Mouthermouth.
"Ow!" Brightpelt hissed, catapulting to the ground. She had tripped over what seemed to be a pile of fur. Brightpelt got up quickly and glared at the furry heap. It's a cat! she thought, her eyes growing wide. She had been thinking to hard to smell the cat and wasn’t prepared for any surprises. "What are you doing in Thundeclan territory?” Brightpelt spat with annoyance.
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Post by razorclaw on Feb 18, 2005 15:11:10 GMT -5
"I'm sorry. I was unaware. I am Razorclaw the Wanderer. I, well....wander. "
He held out a paw, unaware that this was the leader of ThunderClan. "You look like a very capable cat. Who are you?"
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Post by brightpelt on Feb 18, 2005 19:38:52 GMT -5
"I'm Brightpelt, but by sunrise tomorrow I'll be Brightstar, the leader of Thunderclan." she said confidently, glancing at the paw. "Well, you're still not supposed to be in our territory."
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Post by razorclaw on Feb 18, 2005 20:23:24 GMT -5
"I'm sorry. As I stated before, I had no idea. So, if you don't mind, I'll be on my way." Razorclaw turned to go, but as an afterthought, added,"Unless..."
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Post by brightpelt on Feb 19, 2005 12:44:19 GMT -5
"Unless what?" Brightstar murmured, her pale eyes glaring at the black cat.
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Post by razorclaw on Feb 20, 2005 11:28:37 GMT -5
"Well, I heard you were a little short on warriors. Any spare slots? I can fight, I assure you." The tom returned the glare with a smile.
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Post by razorclaw on Feb 20, 2005 14:27:19 GMT -5
He withered under the still stern gaze. "Okay, I can see you're not going to give. I'll just go..." and like a puff of smoke, Razorclaw the Wanderer was gone.
*gone*
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