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Post by .//.stabmyback|Away on Dec 27, 2007 23:37:11 GMT -5
A small brown shape moved into the leader's den slowly. The blood was completely dried now, and the dizziness had vanished. The apprentice looked around for Requiemstar, eyes narrowing.
No muse. |
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Post by .Requiem; on Dec 28, 2007 11:22:30 GMT -5
A long gray tom raised his head slowly, blinking the last bits of drowsiness away. His blue orbs fixated on the brown apprentice in front of him.
"Yes, Dustpaw? Why are you here at this time of night? It's not time for training."
The leader let his gaze wander over the young tom. Was that blood on his matted fur?
"Is something wrong?" he asked. Oh good job Requiemstar, of course something's wrong. Don't you see the blood?! He shook his gray head to clear away his inner voice.
"What has happened? Dustpaw, what is going on?"
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Post by .//.stabmyback|Away on Dec 28, 2007 11:38:44 GMT -5
Dustpaw stared up at his leader, refusing to let fear show.
"Spark-kit and I were out at the river, when all of a sudden -- some rogue cat jumped us. I fought him off as long as I could... but..." He lowered his head, staring at the ground, "He stole Spark-kit."
The tabby apprentice realized he sure didn't want to be the one to tell Darlingpaw her daughter had been stolen. |
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Post by .Requiem; on Dec 28, 2007 11:54:06 GMT -5
"What?!"
The leader's eyes blazed as he jumped up. "When did this happen? Why?" Requiemstar's mind buzzed with questions. His gaze softened as another thought came to his mind. Darlingpaw.
"Great StarClan Dustpaw, let's go!" he yowled as he raced out of the den to the JaggedRock to call an emergency clan meeting.
[Short. x( I'll post at the JaggedRock.]
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Post by .//.stabmyback|Away on Dec 28, 2007 11:57:32 GMT -5
{Aight. Dustpaw is following him.}
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