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Post by Loststar|| Spoiled Brat/German on Dec 30, 2007 12:01:36 GMT -5
"May all Clan catsh that can catch their own food pleashe meet here below the Tallmound." Loststar's voice called out amoungst the shadows of the small camp. (I hope that calling was okay) The sun shown bright ahead as dawn arrived. Tweats of sparrow's and finch's spread across camp.
Almondpaw grogily slumped over, her eyes half shut. She stumbled over her clumsy paws, that limped, from the stiffness of sleep. Inkpaw supported her, having been away for quite sometime now. His face exsprecionless.
Twigpaw stuck his brown tabby head out of the tree den of the Medicine Cats. "Come on, Breezefeather, its time for a meeting." He mewed and quickly sorted his herbs then dashed over to the meeting.
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Post by Unwanted Step-Child on Dec 30, 2007 14:42:13 GMT -5
Flightwind followed the apprentices, glancing cautiously at Almondpaw. He wasn't sure where he stood with her, and was a little unsure if she would put up with him.
A silver tabby made her way slowly from the nursery and stopped just outside of it to listen. She was heavy with kits, her very first litter, and they strained her now. Silverwhisp looked up at Loststar, wondering what was going on. Perhaps its about the Gathering, she mused. If it is, I'll surely not be going. Not with kits so close to coming. A warm smile crossed her face.
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Post by Loststar|| Spoiled Brat/German on Dec 30, 2007 15:31:39 GMT -5
Loststar looked about his cats then spoke again. "Ash you know the gathering ish shoon. And I have choshen the catsh coming. Ebonyear, Twigpaw, Leafpaw, Evileye, Inkpaw, and I shall come and if Breezefeather would like to come she can to."
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Post by Loving/Insane Mom on Dec 30, 2007 18:35:51 GMT -5
(It says that Evileye is coming too. What's with the grammar, Lostie?)
Evileye made his way out of the warriors' den. He had heard something that sounded like call to gather under Tallmound. The tom streached for a quick second to allow his muscles to get ready to move. He might be going to the gathering. His one 'good' eye did a lookover of the clan. It was obvious Silverwhisp wasn't going, but everyone else might have a chance at going.
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Post by Unwanted Step-Child on Dec 30, 2007 19:08:59 GMT -5
Flightwind's face fell. He's been looking forward to seeing his aunt, Whisperstar, and his half-brother, Mellowpaw. "Oh well," he muttered dejectedly. Cautiously, he padded up to Almondpaw. "Hi."
The queen glanced over at Evileye. His name wasn't fair, really. He wasn't the most striking tom (the father of her kits was) but he had a good heart. She saw Flightwind's crestfallen face and tried to hide her amusement when she saw him speak to his apprentice. She made note to find some cat to ask and see if the Gathering went well.
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Post by Loststar|| Spoiled Brat/German on Dec 30, 2007 19:44:56 GMT -5
OOC;; He has a speech defect it says in his history..I think.
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Post by Loststar|| Spoiled Brat/German on Dec 30, 2007 19:47:40 GMT -5
"Hiya, Flightwind. I heard your not oing to the gathering either. It's okay, I never go." Almondpaw mewed trying to sound somewhat helpful.
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Post by Unwanted Step-Child on Dec 30, 2007 20:08:37 GMT -5
"You'll go one day," Flightwind told her encouragingly. "All apprentices go before they get their warrior name. Then I can show you off to all the other warriors and watch them beg to trade apprentices."
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Post by Loststar|| Spoiled Brat/German on Dec 30, 2007 20:10:19 GMT -5
Almondpaw smiled proudly then strutted to the fresh kill pile. She took and peice then sat a ways away.
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Post by .//.stabmyback|Away on Dec 30, 2007 20:24:33 GMT -5
A white she-cat twitched her tail as Loststar called the names who were coming to the gathering. The deputy flinched slightly as her name was called, even though she knew that deputies always went. With her pregnancy being so close... But she didn't let her emotions show as she smiled and acted proud.
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Post by Unwanted Step-Child on Dec 30, 2007 20:28:14 GMT -5
Silverwhisp took a step forward and nudged Ebonyear's shoulder. "Take it easy," she cautioned in a low voice. "Don't strain yourself at the Gathering." Her eyes shone with concern.
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Post by .Requiem; on Jan 1, 2008 14:59:36 GMT -5
Swiftclaw gazed wistfully at the camp entrance before padding up to his secret mate and her friend. "Have fun at the gathering. Tell us all the news when you get back!" Then in a much lower voice nearly that of a whisper, he added, "I wish I could go with you to make sure you're alright. Like Silverwhisp said, don't strain yourself." Another thought came to the gray tom. A slight bout of panic rose in his head, but he tried to push it away. He would have to remember to ask Silverwhisp about it once the others had left for the gathering.
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