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Post by Kitt Katastrophe<3 on Mar 9, 2012 18:53:46 GMT -5
Ribbonstar [/font][/center] She took her mates words to heart. Knowing that they'd arrive shortly. she returned her mates lick and laid down to settle in, her thick winter coat shielding her from the cold, and the brush of the evergreen. She overheard some males talking and saw that one was one of her faithful warriors, and a former loner, Bladeflame. She listened in, and saw that Mysticpaw was giving him a hard time. She sighed, whispered to Razorwolf where she would be going, and jumped down from her perch. She padded over to the boys, her paw-steps crunching the snow beneath her, and sat down beside them. Ribbonstar thinks BladeFlame can do well in the clan with a bit of practice and adjusting. Why is this your concern Mysticpaw? I believe StepStar should be warned about this. She smiled at them, and waited for a reply from the Small apprentice.
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Inverse Mashmallow
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Post by Inverse Mashmallow on Mar 9, 2012 19:48:55 GMT -5
BladeFlame He smiled a little, thankful that RibbonStar came to help him. He was getting sick of arguing with MysticPaw and he had been waiting for someone to say something to interrupt them. Thank you Ribbonstar, I'll be valuable to the clan, you can count on it. This was something he was sure of, even if he didn't yet know how. |
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Post by Deathlies on Mar 10, 2012 13:11:30 GMT -5
~MysticPaw~ [/center] His eyes widened a bit seeing BlizzardClan's leader. She was really pretty for that group of flea bags but she seemed just as scary as the rest of them. His tiny body of black fur was well hidden behind Tempestflame's silver leg. He peeped his little black head out from behind the silver shield. His pale yellow eyes wide with question and fear. He had heard from Tempest that all the leaders got nine lives and since Ribbonstar was a leader, she would be harder to kill than that bear Gravelpelt and him took down. He finally got up the nerve and padded with his little soft black chest puffed out and his head held high. I'm sure you know who I am. I am Mysticpaw. The first apprentice to ever take out a bear and survive. He said looking at his black paw and clear claws like killing the bear was not that difficult. |
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