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Post by fireice on Jul 23, 2007 20:47:17 GMT -5
[glow=blue,1,000]Fireice hopped onto a weathered rock, her tail swishing with happiness. Her spirits had been constantly high since Dogstar let Tanshadow stay until when he would speak to Windchaser and Arrowpelt about this. Fireice knew, deep down, that Tanshadow would become a ShadowClan warrior. But sadly, he would still be happy in ThunderClan if he wasn't in love with her. Fireice shook the thought away and pricked her ears at the noise of a rodent. Stalking quietly, listening to the heartbeat of the plump mouse, Fireice's fur prickled with excitement. She hadn't hunted regularly in a long time and the excitement from the hunt made her fur stand on end. Diving through the air and delievering the death blow to it's neck, Fireice laid her catch down and listened to the marsh crickets.[/glow][/color]
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Post by Meerful on Jul 24, 2007 21:24:04 GMT -5
Flailpaw stalked about camp, looking for something to do. His paws stung slightly, he'd been running around with Crowpaw again, and she never ceased to lead him into trouble. As he glanced around, he noticed a new cat. Thunderclan! He rushed forward, and rudely began to stare at the cat.
"Who are you?" He sneered, then he turned to Fireice. "Hey, welcome back!" His tone had turned light.
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Post by fireice on Jul 24, 2007 22:23:12 GMT -5
((Tanshadow isn't there right now...oh, well.))
[glow=blue,1,000]Fireice turned and smiled warmly at Flailpaw. "Well, if it isn't Flailpaw!" Fireice nuzzled Flailpaw affectionately with her nose. "So, are you hungry? I just caught this huge mouse and I don't know what to do with it." A little glimmer of humor was in her sightless eyes and she twitched her tail. "So...I've heard that you and Crowpaw never cease to cause mischief around here." Fireice laughed. "I remember when I used to cause mischief and drive the elders out of their right mind whenever I bugged them," she said fondly.[/color][/glow]
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Post by Meerful on Jul 25, 2007 12:14:28 GMT -5
Flailpaw blushed under his beautiful bron, amber, and gray pelt, thankful for the security it gave him. If Fireice had seen him go red, he'd die of embaressment. Literally. He licked the she-cat's cheek, happy to talk to her.
"That doesn't sound too unlike her and I. Running around, getting into things we shouldn't... It's pretty fun. You'll have to join us on one of Crowpaw's Adventures Of Death and Consequences somtime. I wanr you, don't follow her when she wants to 'check something out'." Flailpaw grinned, teeth showing with small sparks. Then her fell into a playful stance.
"So... Did I hear mouse" He added.
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Post by fireice on Jul 25, 2007 21:12:18 GMT -5
[glow=blue,1,000]Fireice laughed heartily. "Yes. I think that would be fun to join you one day. Maybe we could go and bother old Nelson at kittypet place. I remember him from when I was kittypet, always yelling at the kittens, including I, to keep quiet while he was getting his 'beauty-rest'!" Fireice felt like her younger self again, always getting into trouble and traipseing around the place. She laughed again, the lagh ringing clear and bright. "Yes, you can have that mouse there, Flailpaw." She thought for a moment and spoke. "Flailpaw, do you want to go train for a while? Learn a few new moves?"[/color][/glow]
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Post by Meerful on Jul 25, 2007 22:08:39 GMT -5
Flailpaw stretched forward, individual toes straightening and then curling as he strecthed his sore muscles. Thorns and splinters had lodged themselves quite painfully in between his claws, but he paid no mind to them. He had better things to do then sit around worrying about his 'nails'. Flailpaw nodded gratefully to Fireice as he bent down to eat the mouse, and between mouthfuls he replied,
"Sounds. Great. But. I. Warn. You. I'm. One. Mean. Fighter." Several moments later, he sat up, swiping his tongue across his lips.
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Post by fireice on Jul 26, 2007 19:09:36 GMT -5
[glow=blue,1,000]Fireice closed her eyes, smiled, and shook her head. 'Yes, but I'm an experienced warrior and you are only a apprentice." She also stretched, her long tail twitching. "I've been to the sun-drown-place and back, fought dogs, and killed many foxes sightless. I wouldn't get too hasty in fighting me." She then playfully cuffed him over the ear with her paw. "Come on, let's get going." She hopped off the rock and ran off.[/color][/glow]
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Post by Meerful on Jul 26, 2007 21:57:01 GMT -5
Flailpaw scoffed. So what? A few foxes, a dog, same difference to Flailpaw.
"It's not what you fight or where you go, it'ss how you fight and what you're fighting for." Flailpaw improvised, making a 'psh' sound. His fur was already fuzzed out, ready to battle. He was no fool. He knew how to fight, and he knew what to fight for.
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Post by fireice on Jul 27, 2007 8:21:38 GMT -5
[glow=blue,1,000]Fireice shrugged. "OK, but we'll fight here." She sat down and calmly stared sightlessly at Flailpaw. "Go ahead, attack me." [/color][/glow]
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Post by Meerful on Jul 27, 2007 17:22:05 GMT -5
Flailpaw scoffed at the she-cat. Then he straightened up, yawning.
"Okay, one, I'm still hungry, two, I don't make the first move, I'm no fool." Flailpaw mewed, grinning. His stomach was actaully pretty thin.
////aaaaaaaaagggghhh! shoort posstttt!//////
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Post by fireice on Jul 27, 2007 18:26:36 GMT -5
//Like you said, sometimes we don't have "non-writers' block".// [glow=blue,1,000]Fireice smiled mischieviously. "Very well." She darted at Flailpaw with shoking speed and when she was only two mouse-tails from him she lept into the air. "Take this, Flailpaw!" She twisted in the air and landed behind Flailpaw. She lashed out, claws sheathed, and hissed agressively.[/glow] |
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Post by Meerful on Jul 27, 2007 19:53:09 GMT -5
Flailpaw slowly turned around, and struggled to maintain a straight face.
"That doesn't look like hunting. This stomach isn't going to feed itself." He said, cracking a smile, but still trying to maintain his composure. "I'll be back." He turned around, and suppressed his laughter, and dashed away, only to rreturn moments later with two plump mice. He nodded towards them. "Take your pick."
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