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Post by Prowler on Dec 10, 2009 12:06:06 GMT -5
SILVERCLAW
The tom padded through the area, looking for any sign of life. He had been searching for hours now, and still he caught no scent of potential prey. It was beginning to irritate him as his ears went flat on his head and he growled beneath his breath. What would he tell his clan mates or his higher ups if he came back to camp empty-handed? He didn't want to let them down, but most of all he didn't want to look like a fool.
"This is so stupid!," he hissed as he stopped trotting and started sitting. He wrapped his tail around his feet, glaring at nothing but the scenery. If StarClan was so great, why weren't they helping them? It just wasn't right. They could at least point them in the right direction... The tip of his tail flickered out of annoyance. "There has to at least be a mouse around here somewhere," he mrowed almost desperately.
I'll fight until my day has come.
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Post by Mint on Dec 13, 2009 20:23:52 GMT -5
 scram!
Spitting out the jumble of tansy she'd been carrying back to the camp, Mintleaf bristled with annoyance. Cats these days! Taking breaks when what the Clan needed was them working harder then ever. Squinting, the brown tabby padded closer to the back of the gray warrior.
Silverclaw! The old cat realized with surprise. This warrior wasn't the kind of jack off, or run off and do stupid things. Then again, with the current state of affairs, cats could be unpredictable now-a-days. "You won't find any mice if all you do is sit there." The medicine cat snapped loudly.
So, he wasn't having any luck hunting. Not many cats were, and it was leading to problems. The tansy was for Thrushfeather, an elder who'd grown skinny and weak. Coughs now racked her, much to Mintleaf's frustration- she had barely any catmint to spare. The Clan couldn't take an outbreak of whitecough.
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Post by Prowler on Dec 13, 2009 23:01:46 GMT -5
SILVERCLAW
His ears went back out of frustration at the familiar voice behind him. It was Mintleaf. He didn't even need to face her to know that. Oh, that tone of voice always irritated Silverclaw, especially when it was uncalled for. It wasn't like he wasn't trying to find a decent meal to bring back to the Clan. He was. Even as he sat there, he continued to search for prey scents.
"Do you think I'm simply lazing around, Mintleaf?," he growled under his breath. He wasn't going to start a skirmish, because then he'd have to explain it to Riverstar, and he certainly didn't want to have to do that. Not to mention it would be over something that an immature kit would fight about. They were both of the same Clan, they should act like it. Still, the brown tabby she-cat got under his fur from time to time. "Don't worry, I won't go back to camp empty handed
[/b]," he growled again, and this was one cat who never went back on his word. I'll fight until my day has come. [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Mint on Dec 16, 2009 20:38:55 GMT -5
scram!
Ears twisting back, Mintleaf shoved her muzzle further up into the air. "You better." She grouched, curling her tail carefully around her paws. Her keens lime eyes watched the younger warrior, doing her best to read him. Like her, he wasn't a particularly happy-go-lucky cat. In way, that was a good thing. Those cats bugged her.
Then again, so did the grump cats. In her eyes, there was no reason for him to be a grump. No, being a grump was her job. "Keep your spirits up," The medicine cat pretty much commanded, "I know everything will get better." The older medicine cat had to trust her ancestors, being she knew them so well. Creamfur would never abandon her.
Oh, and he probably wouldn't abandoned the half-assed warriors of her Clan either.
m i n t l e a f
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