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Post by Bloodfang on Dec 20, 2007 21:50:55 GMT -5
Bloodfang stumbled out of the pile of dirty twoleg skin sheddings (clothes) and yawned. He shook his body getting the loose bits of dirt out of his fur. Then he turned his head to give his fur a few good licks. Finishing up, he stretched his legs then padded up to his gaurds. Choosing to not check on the camp he shouldered pass one almost knocking him off his feet. He looked around noticing it was late in the morning and his deputy must have already assigned hunting patrols. He looked around the camp for any problems. seeing none he chose to go get some fresh-kill. Padding out of the alley-way he looked about. Barely any twolegs could be seen. He launched himself out of the camp hurtling towards the two-leg rubbish heaps.
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Post by Unwanted Step-Child on Dec 26, 2007 11:54:29 GMT -5
There was a sound outside the nest; vicious caterwauling that was only heard before a battle ensued. Then, there was a shocked cry. "He's got a kit!"
A high-pitched hiss came then. "Let me see Bloodfang, before I feed you your own pelts!" It was a frustrated tom, from the sounds, and if he did not get his way there would be trouble.
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Post by Loststar|| Spoiled Brat/German on Dec 26, 2007 12:46:14 GMT -5
Spark-kit thrashed around. "Let me go!" She hissed, trying to squirm away.
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Post by Unwanted Step-Child on Dec 26, 2007 14:32:38 GMT -5
Chittervoice hissed at Sparkkit. He'd fought her from ShadowClan territory all the way here. "Silence, before I feed you to the rats!" He had let the kit onto the ground, but he was prepared for an attempt at escape. Three toms stared at him, ready to shred him and the kit, but his glare held them in place.
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Post by Loststar|| Spoiled Brat/German on Dec 27, 2007 16:21:27 GMT -5
Spark-kit turned and dashed towards the entrance of the BloodClan camp.
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