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Post by Shooter on Aug 26, 2007 19:38:36 GMT -5
((*sigh* I was going to have to do this sooner or later...))
Shooterstar was out of camp. Alone. Probably not the best thing to be doing, but frankly, camp was starting to suffocate him. Besides, he was hungry for both food and exercise.
The sky was slightly cloudy with a chance of some other soul coming to rain on his parade. Well, he supposed he could use some company as well. Company was always welcome. It wasn't as if the AirClan leader could really avoid that anyways.
The scent of a mouse found its way to his nose, which twitched excitedly as bright blue eyes searched for the rodent responsible. Now where is that little critter...
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Post by Sorrelheart on Sept 1, 2007 23:12:20 GMT -5
It was the most boreing day ever. She didn't get orders on what to do, so she decided to go out a hunt. The only thing that would keep her from dieing of boredom. The she-cat felt lonely alot, but she grew onto in and used it as a attvantage, though she didn't like it at all. Sorrelheart never liked it, and she felt as if she was avoided and no one wanted to talk to her.
The 'odd ball' I suppose.
Sorrelheart padded across the land, the smell of a mouse entered her noise. She wandered around, trying to find the little rodent. It took her a while before she noticed it nibbling on a small bit of a acorn or something. Its back was to her, and then she noticed it start to run.
She was too fast. She sunk her claw into the rodent, and it was dead soon. She raised her head, noticeing Shooterstar not far away. She decided not to bother the leader.
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Post by Shooter on Sept 4, 2007 9:51:58 GMT -5
The white tom blinked as Sorrelheart swiftly killed the mouse he had scented. Well, apparently he wasn't so alone after all. "Nice catch," Shooterstar commented, padding over to join the AirClan warrior.
So...now what? "Things have gotten rather boring, haven't they?" he sighed. "I'm tempted to lead an attack on EarthClan or something, but that wouldn't be very responsible of a leader, would it?" The white tom purred a chuckle.
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