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Post by Arrowpelt on Dec 6, 2005 8:02:08 GMT -5
Arrowpelt returned with his bundleof herbs. "Here," he said laying them down next to Willowtail. He smiled and looked at her. She looked rather different. Like she had met something she hated and loved. She gave her an odd look then decided not to ask. It wasn't his place. "Anything else?" he asked tripping over his tail. "Stupid tail," he grunted quietly.
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Post by Willowtail on Dec 8, 2005 12:04:16 GMT -5
Not realising Arrowpelt was there, Willowtail continued to stare straight ahead, green eyes glowing with a mad haunted passion. The tip of her grey tail was flicking from side to side and her ears were erect straight up pricked forward as if she could hear a distant sound.
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Post by Arrowpelt on Dec 9, 2005 23:06:08 GMT -5
Arrowpelt backed away for a moment. This was not the loving mentor that had taught him everything he knew. This was a new burning cat with an ambition and a look of revenge. "Willowtail..." he said softly. "Is there anything else?"
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Post by Willowtail on Dec 10, 2005 7:10:19 GMT -5
Turning to Arrowpelt, the passion in Willowtail's green optics faded and she visibly relaxed. "That is all Arrowpelt," Willowtail purred, smiling at the tom. "Do you want to go hunting?"
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Post by Arrowpelt on Dec 10, 2005 9:47:01 GMT -5
Arrowpelt looked eagerly at his mentor. "Yes, please," he said, eyes shining brightly. Arrowpelt loved to hunt even though he was a Mediecine Cat.
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Post by Willowtail on Dec 13, 2005 13:11:21 GMT -5
"We'll go to the Weathered Rocks," Willowtail decided and sprang toward the Entrance.
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Post by Arrowpelt on Dec 14, 2005 20:15:22 GMT -5
Arrowpelt followed her.
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