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Post by pineleopard on May 10, 2014 23:24:35 GMT
hazel curled up in the edge of the cave and fell asleep.
/rushed
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Post by Horselover on May 11, 2014 1:13:50 GMT
"Thank you," Sparrow whispered.
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Post by nightwhisper on May 13, 2014 5:00:51 GMT
"Of course," Whisper murmured, her sliver fur gleaming in the moonlight. She dragged the squirrel over to Sparrow and dropped it. She settled into the nest next to the she-cat. "Want to share?"
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Post by Horselover on May 14, 2014 3:45:30 GMT
"Sure," she murmured sleepily as she took a careful bite of the rodent.
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Post by nightwhisper on May 14, 2014 3:58:17 GMT
(hey i just realized i have two whispers)Whisper tore off a small piece of the prey and chewed it slowly. She glanced briefly at Sparrow before looking away. She should trust these cats. No, she DID trust these cats. What reason did they have to hurt her? She pushed the thought from her mind as she took another small bite of squirrel.
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Post by Thrushfeather on May 14, 2014 23:33:00 GMT
Dust could smell the fresh kill that Whisper brought in. She knew better than to ask for a bit. She would hunt in the morning. Soon she fell back asleep.
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Post by nightwhisper on May 15, 2014 3:02:21 GMT
Whisper could tell that that dust wanted some. Careful not to wake her, she gently placed one of the mouse next to the she-cat. If she woke up, she would probably want some. Then Whisper returned to her own nest and pushde the half-eaten squirrel over to Sparrow. For the first time in moons, she was full.
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Post by Thrushfeather on May 15, 2014 23:53:57 GMT
The scent of freshkill awoke Dust. She sleepily heaved herself up and chewed on the bit Whisper had given her. She wouldn't wake her up just to thank her. She would thank her in the morning. Being with all these cats made Dust feel safe. She wondered if she could join the small group of cats, that seemed so kind. Much better than spending the rest of her life as a traveling loner.
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Post by nightwhisper on May 16, 2014 5:18:43 GMT
Whisper heard Dust eating the fresh-kill. She smiled slightly and pretended to be asleep. After awhile, she wasn't pretending. She drifted slowly off to sleep. She dreamed about her old tribe, what they had said to her before they left. Just listen to... She woke up immediately. The sun had started to rise. She slipped out of the den. She padded softly over to a path leading up towards the the sky. She walked up it, and as she rose she could see the sun attempting to peek into the well-covered camp. She stopped at the top. She sighed and her breath whirled around in the twisting breeze. Maybe these cats could help her re-build her tribe. It would never be the same, but- it hurt her to think it, but it could be better. A new start.
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Post by Thrushfeather on May 16, 2014 23:44:59 GMT
Dust smiled. The curved lips of Whisper told her she was dreaming of a happy place. Perhaps her old home. She was happy to know she was happy. Soon Dust fell back asleep.
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Post by Thrushfeather on May 20, 2014 3:29:18 GMT
(bump)
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Post by nightwhisper on May 20, 2014 3:32:53 GMT
(bump yourself) Whisper sighed sleepily as her eyelids flickered and she drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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Post by Thrushfeather on May 20, 2014 3:46:07 GMT
Dust looked up at the pink sky, and the sun was just rising. She hadn't felt this happy since she had been with her housefolk.
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Post by nightwhisper on May 20, 2014 4:25:17 GMT
Whisper's eyes blinked open and sunlight poured through the vines blanketing the den. She yawned and padded out of the den. She walked towards the old Stoneteller's den. She felt the smooth stone on her paws and heard the careful drip of water. She could still smell the scent of her tribe on the nest. She sighed slightly as she looked around what had once been her brother's den. But it was empty now. (like her soul (jk that's too depressing))
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Post by Thrushfeather on May 20, 2014 23:39:11 GMT
" Is everything, ok?" Dust asked Whisper. She hoped she didn't interrupt the she cats thoughts.
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