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Post by minty on Sept 16, 2011 12:27:45 GMT -5
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The day was young, sun creeping steadily through the horizon. There was a slight breeze overhead, stirring up the trees of ThunderClan and creating ripples in the river ahead. As the river flowed onwards, a curious figure dipped down to have a drink. The figure was a young cat, quite large for his age, covered in thick grey-brown fur. His pale eyes glanced up after his drink, as if noticing a sound nearby. The tomcat looked both ways, shrugged, and continued his drinking.
A moment later, refreshed, the young spotted tabby tomcat heaved himself from the river's side to stare blindly in front of him towards ThunderClan, as if deep in thought. His small whisp of a tail flicked back and forth, or at least if you could call it a flick, as he hummed silently to himself. He rather enjoyed Newleaf weather, especially after attempting to survive in harsh Leafbare two moons before joining RiverClan. In fact, Lynxpaw, as he was named, enjoyed the weather now so much that he lay on his paws, ignoring the scents and smells of the forest and river around him - completely off-guard, but content.
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Post by sweetleaf998 on Sept 18, 2011 8:18:27 GMT -5
OCC: Does he need a mentor?
Rosethorn dashed out of camp, she didn't want to wait for the deputy to assign her on a patrol. She'd rather just go and do whatever she wanted to do. Today, she decided, looked like a beautiful sunny day, so the dark orange she-cat decided to go hunting. Sunning Rocks sounds like a good place to hunt, she thought happily, racing off in the direction of the rocks.
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Post by minty on Sept 20, 2011 9:52:16 GMT -5
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The large spotted tabby tom shook from his spot as a familiar scent, not to mention sound, came nearer and nearer. He shuffled his large paws until he was sitting properly, as if he had been the entire time. Noticing and recognizing the scent, he let his guard down gently and began to lick a dirty forepaw. It wasn't long before the she-cat arrived in his view.
"Morning, Rosethorn," he managed to get out, rather quietly. He was never one for much conversation, and he often felt awkward when he did speak. Regardless, he sat in his position, grooming his paws, as he looked at the orange-furred warrior. She appeared to be heading somewhere in particular on the kind afternoon.
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OOC| Yes he does need a mentor ^-^' |
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Post by sweetleaf998 on Sept 20, 2011 16:24:34 GMT -5
OCC: I can offer Rosethorn or Ravenfeather.
"Morning," Rosethorn meowed polietly as she passed the tom. The dark ginger warrior stopped for a moment, examining the apprentice. Her eyes were drawn away from his tabby pelt when she realized about his tail. Her eyes widened slightly, as she wondered about the possibilitys. How could a cat end up without a tail! Tails were very necessary, they helped cats balance. And with that thought, another one came. How did Linxpaw balance? Or did he walk like a two legged badger, stomping around and tipping from side to side with the often stumbling and tripping. As the fluffy warrior thought more about this, she realized how dumb she looked. There Rosethorn was, standing on Sunning Rock starring as Linxpaws....tail? Or is it a stub? Whatever, just focus!
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