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Post by dusk on Oct 27, 2012 20:58:28 GMT -6
Pale-eye former warrior of Riverclan walked around the place he had called home for the past few moons. Letting out a sigh he flopped over wondering if there was something to do besides being bored. Suddenly he heard the sound of tiny paws scuffing the earth and he slowly got up dropping into a crouch and began to creep forwards. He soon spotted what it was, it was a mouse and it was to absorbed in nibbling the seed between it's paws to notice him. Narrowing his eyes he pressed his stomach to the ground pushing down hard. On his hind paws. He landed squarely on the mouse killing it with a swift bite to the neck before taking it over to the den he had been staying in. He hurriedly wolfed down the mouse before settling down to groom his fur.
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Post by Cold on Nov 2, 2012 16:42:59 GMT -6
"Wonderful catch!" Exclaimed the russian blue. He really hadn't meant to spy, but it was sort of an coincidence. Quickstar had, had just about enough of Shadowclan, so he'd taken a break, leaving Windclan for an hour or so to ease his mind. He really had meant no harm.
His long body slithered from the grassy reeds, revealing his light blue coat and paler blue eyes. He gave a hearty smile and a wink.
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Post by dusk on Nov 2, 2012 19:18:06 GMT -6
Pale-eye had just finished his mouse when he heard the Windclan leaders voice and his head snapped up in surprise. He was about to say something when the scent of Windclan swept over him and he stiffened slightly. The Windclan tom couldn't realize him, he was already starting to smell like a rogue. "Errr thank you," he finally meowed dipping his head to the Windclan leader.
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Post by Cold on Nov 3, 2012 21:15:23 GMT -6
His head tilted, interesting language. A simple bow was not very familiar to all rogues, especially to one of the clan members. "A forgotten warrior perhaps?" He asked still holding his posture.]
Aye, this cat was a Riverclan cat now that he smelled him. That fishy smell, it had grown faint over the test of time but no matter, it still clung to him like death on a wet cat.
"You do not hold yourself as a rogue rather than a warrior. Have you let go of the original ways?" He asked, straightening his posture. He let his body relax, he was in no danger. The rogue would not be so vague as to attack a cat as high a rank as leader. After all, he had not become leader of Windclan for stocking up on fluffy fur and prey.
He sat down, now feeling quite comfortable around this cat. His sat tall, his tail fluttering this way and that with each breeze that buffeted him.
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Post by dusk on Nov 3, 2012 21:52:38 GMT -6
"I still remember the ways of being a warrior, but I've done something unforgivable," Pale-eye muttered letting his head fall to his paws thinking about his parents. If it weren't for his parents he would still be in Riverclan, his parents had been exiled after killing the deputy and his mentor, but that hadn't bern the last that he saw of them. About two moons ago his parents had attacked him on the border and he had accidently killed his father while protecting himself. Ashamed and thinking that Riverclan would judge him he fled, but there was another reason he had fled. He was starting to regain his faith is Starclan all because he had fallen in love with Icestar. After seeing her he had wondered back over to the other clans and now he regretted his choice.
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