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Post by ?[F]era.l on Aug 11, 2008 0:33:26 GMT -6
[/i][/color] Rainstripe sat up, peering through the darkness to see if anyone else was awake.[/size][/ul]
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Post by [t]Wilted Ros[e] on Aug 11, 2008 0:37:19 GMT -6
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Post by ?[F]era.l on Aug 11, 2008 0:43:33 GMT -6
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Post by [t]Wilted Ros[e] on Aug 11, 2008 0:47:00 GMT -6
(Your organs shall be spared. =D)
[/color] He looked up at the sky, eyes bright with alert joy. Realizing he was ignoring her slightly, the ginger and tan warrior returned his attention to the she-cat with a blink. "So, Rainstripe. What's the matter--couldn't sleep?"[/ul][/size]
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Post by ?[F]era.l on Aug 11, 2008 0:56:38 GMT -6
((YAY. We're safe organs! Feral's organs: WHEW))[/color] Rainstripe inhaled the night scents and looked into Sandhorse's eyes, then turned her head slightly to look at Silverpelt.[/size][/ul]
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Post by [t]Wilted Ros[e] on Aug 11, 2008 1:02:39 GMT -6
[/color] the tom toned, grinning. That did explain it well. He, too, deeply inhaled the area--it smelled like WaterClan. The familiar scent made him relax more and he was soon back at staring at the moon. "Beautiful night..." Sandhorse repeated.[/ul][/size]
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Post by ?[F]era.l on Aug 11, 2008 1:14:51 GMT -6
[/color] She stretched out her forelegs and sat down. Rainstripe randomly looked over at Sandhorse and held her gaze for a little longer this time. Our pelts are like colors of the day and night. Tan and Ginger, Dark Blue and Blue-Gray...[/size][/ul]
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Post by [t]Wilted Ros[e] on Aug 11, 2008 1:19:42 GMT -6
[/color] The warrior tilted his head, smiling--and ever the ditz.[/ul][/size]
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Post by ?[F]era.l on Aug 11, 2008 1:34:51 GMT -6
[/color] She blinked and raised her head to look at the moon some more. She grinned and began to wash a forepaw.[/size][/ul]
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Post by [t]Wilted Ros[e] on Aug 11, 2008 1:41:31 GMT -6
[/i][/color] a small, childish voice in him whined, and the more serious part of him shushed it. Unsettled by this small inner conflict, Sandhorse frowned and flicked his tail once with irritation, then watched Rainstripe for a change. "You're a great warrior," he said--fairly randomly.[/ul][/size]
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Post by ?[F]era.l on Aug 11, 2008 1:53:10 GMT -6
[/color] Her eyes returned to that of Sandhorse's. After a few moments, it returned to Silverpelt.[/size][/ul]
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Post by [t]Wilted Ros[e] on Aug 11, 2008 1:58:24 GMT -6
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Post by ?[F]era.l on Aug 11, 2008 2:07:51 GMT -6
((He sounds like he'll just pop out of nowhere and say,"I LIKE CANDY DO YOU LIKE CANDY??!" XDD ))[/size][/ul]
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Post by [t]Wilted Ros[e] on Aug 11, 2008 2:12:48 GMT -6
(He would, if he knew what candy was. XD)
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Post by ?[F]era.l on Aug 11, 2008 2:23:53 GMT -6
[/color] Rainstripe's stomach growled unusually loudly. I guess I'm kinda hungry. Her mouth watered as she thought of fish. "Hee, I guess I'm kinda hungry, how 'bout you?"[/size][/ul]
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Post by [t]Wilted Ros[e] on Aug 11, 2008 2:31:50 GMT -6
[/color] he asked in a quick burst of words, already walking towards the freshkill pile while simultaneously looking over his shoulder at the she-cat. It didn't take a genius to realize he'd trip soon. Annnd there he goes, flat on his face. Neck fur prickling in embarrassment, Sandhorse quickly scrambled to his feet again and picked out a small vole from the freshkill pile.[/ul][/size]
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Post by ?[F]era.l on Aug 11, 2008 2:40:19 GMT -6
[/color] She walked over to the edge, and waited a few minutes. A fish drifted by aimlessly. Rainstripe, using her hunting skill, scooped it out of the water with ease. It was about a tail length long (It's a trout). She quickly bit it to stop it's fins from cutting her. Rainstripe trotted back over by Sandhorse, then laid down next to him and began to eat.[/size][/ul]
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Post by [t]Wilted Ros[e] on Aug 11, 2008 2:45:02 GMT -6
[/color][/i] Instead, the tom took to watching the fish as, piece by piece, it got eaten by Rainstripe. "So, umm...What sort of fish is your favorite? This kind, or...?"[/ul][/size]
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Post by ?[F]era.l on Aug 11, 2008 2:58:59 GMT -6
[/color] She spit out a couple of scales. YUCK. I hate scales on fishes. Rainstripe ate a few more pieces, then randomly asked, "So, what's your favorite fresh-kill?"[/size][/color][/ul]
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Post by [t]Wilted Ros[e] on Aug 11, 2008 11:30:36 GMT -6
(LOL. We've completely taken over the recent messages!)[/color] Sandhorse finished his vole and swiftly licked his muzzle clean, then continued to wash his face with his paw.[/ul][/size]
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