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Post by Nightstar on Jul 29, 2011 22:41:15 GMT -5
Nightstar paced the clearing, waiting for her new apprentince. She had found the apprentince while out hunting, and accepted her into the clan. She had taken her in as her apprentince. Nightstar's midnight black fur blew in the breeze as she sat down. She glanced around at the undergrowth. Lots of plants grew in her forest.
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Post by Shypaw on Jul 29, 2011 22:59:27 GMT -5
The young apprentice pads into the clearing, her multi-coloured pelt ruffled a tad. Her green eyes, remarkably stunning, shone in the sunlight. Her peds were silent as she padded up to her mentor, each paw step carefully placed. She gracefully sat down in front of her mentor, waiting for the first lesson.
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Post by Nightstar on Jul 29, 2011 23:50:15 GMT -5
Nightstar smiled her cat-like smile at her new apprentince. "Well, what would you like to do first? Explore the territory on the border partol, hunt, or practice battle training?" Nightstar then bent down to be level with her apprentince. "Or, you could clean out my den." She teased, with a mock evil grin.
(Is she a tortiseshell with green eyes? I need to know to get her a profile picture.)
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Post by Shypaw on Jul 30, 2011 15:51:44 GMT -5
The multi-coloured she-cat let a scowl appear on her facade at her mentor's joke. "It doesn't truly matter to me, as long as it's not cleaning out your den." The female says. Her banner swings around her hocks, placing itself around her peds.
(She's a diluted calico)
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Post by Nightstar on Aug 3, 2011 15:00:43 GMT -5
(Interesting. Sorry I'm posting so late.)
Nightstar pads out of camp, out into the forest. "Come on, We are going hunting." She meows.
(Her banner is her tail, correct?
Oh yes, our group commited sucide on FeralHeart, sucks, doesn't it?)
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Post by Shypaw on Aug 6, 2011 0:51:14 GMT -5
The felidae rises. With a yawn she pads after her mentor, her green gaze upon the the other feline. Her tassel swings in the same motion as her hinds, a brave smile upon her facade.
(Yeah, I was sad about it. D: It was so much fun too...)
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Post by Holly on Aug 10, 2011 1:46:29 GMT -5
Nightstar turns back to her apprentince. "I think you will make a very good warrior." She meows, blinking her eyes. She turns back, paying attention to the direction she was walking in. Last time she didn't pay attention, she ran into a tree and tangled her tail in a bunch of brambles.
(The coyote and his friend where like, totally hitting on us.)
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Post by Shypaw on Aug 20, 2011 16:09:11 GMT -5
"Thankyou" She responds with a curt nod. Shypaw had take two steps for one of Nightstar's.
(Sorry haven't been active lately o-o; I went on a trip.)
((Ahaha yeah, they were fun))
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Tiger blood runs in my veins, dude.
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Post by Tigerkit on Aug 22, 2011 11:32:19 GMT -5
(Lawl.)
Nightstar nodded, and payed attention to where she put her paws. "So. Any ideas of what you want your warrior name to be?"
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Post by Shypaw on Aug 23, 2011 7:42:19 GMT -5
Shypaw shakes her dail in decline to her mentor's question "No thoughts what so ever." She responded, noticing Nightstar facing away.
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Post by Nightstar on Aug 26, 2011 22:46:30 GMT -5
Nightstar turned back to look at her newest apprentince, but she walked straight into a patch of brambles. Hissing, she tossed them into the air, then stared at her paws. "Agh! It took a tuft of my hair." She snapped, then started walking again. She sat down. "Smell, see if you can detect anything."
(If you want you should post in other things too.)
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Post by Shypaw on Aug 27, 2011 3:09:41 GMT -5
-Shypaw can't help but snicker at the clumsiness of her mentor, watching as she walks into an upcoming bramble bush. As Nightstar falls upon her hinds, instructing her to do so, Shypaw as well lowers her hocks to the terra, closing her eyes, sniffing.- "I smell... Lost of stuff, the squirrel that just gave birth, I can smell the blood. I can smell the borders of the neighbouring clans. I can smell the medicine herbs, soon to be plucked from the soil to save our life."
(Yeah, I just don't know where to start ._.)
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Post by Tinypaw on Aug 27, 2011 12:55:24 GMT -5
(Every thread that doesn't say 'private' or 'closed' at the top and isn't at the bottom of the list of threads is open game.) Nightstar's eyes narrowed teasingly as her apprentince giggled at her, and she turned around to cuff at her apprentince's ears playfully, then snapped back to attention. "Okay, we won't pick on the squirell if it just gave birth, that squirell is helping repopulate the diminished prey. Scent something out." Nightstar could smell a very wonderful scent; vole, her favorite type of fresh-kill. She was going to let her apprentince try and find it. (  Is this here Shypaw?) |
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Post by Shypaw on Aug 27, 2011 18:10:50 GMT -5
(Okay. ._.; & Shypaw has green eyes, I may do a sketchy sketch of her of that works)
-Shypaw ducked under her mentors cuff, a sly grin unveiling on her maw. She once again got settled onto her hocks, and do focus better her lids closed over her emerald eyes.- "Hmm... I can smell something, although I don't recognize the scent." -Her singsong voice carries, finally emerging from her mug. Her field-green gaze rises to her mentor, wondering if that was what she wanted to hear.-
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Tiger blood runs in my veins, dude.
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Post by Tigerkit on Aug 29, 2011 21:14:59 GMT -5
Nightstar nodded. She gazed around, trying to point out with her eyes which direction her apprentince should go in.
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