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Post by Horselover on Jul 30, 2014 23:34:32 GMT
Ocean padded over to Chrysanthemum.
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Post by spottedleaf on Jul 30, 2014 23:35:26 GMT
Chrysanthemum smiled, happy that she was going to have at least one other active cat in her patrol.
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Post by nightwhisper on Jul 30, 2014 23:35:42 GMT
Whisper looked at her helplessly. "And how do you suggest we do that?" she asked.
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Post by spottedleaf on Jul 30, 2014 23:37:10 GMT
She shrugged. "Dunno, maybe send a spy or something."
(What is the 'evil' anyways?)
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Post by nightwhisper on Jul 30, 2014 23:45:47 GMT
(You'll see)
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Post by spottedleaf on Jul 30, 2014 23:46:45 GMT
(Poopy. I've been waiting in suspense.)
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Post by nightwhisper on Jul 30, 2014 23:58:41 GMT
(I know- now stop spamming  ) Whisper waited for more cats to gather. Atleast three more. |
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Post by nightlight on Jul 31, 2014 2:26:49 GMT
shade padded over to whisper, his face completely expressionless. the tom had no feeling towards the omen at all, only that he would be cautious and stand next to whisper through whatever.
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Post by nightwhisper on Jul 31, 2014 2:31:03 GMT
Whisper smiled at the tom. He was always so helpful and kind and... no. She pushed the thoughts away. She would, however, assign him to her patrol. "Ocean, you go with Chrysanthemum. Shade, you can come with me," she mewed before leading the tom through the tunnel. (To the brigade!)
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Post by spottedleaf on Jul 31, 2014 2:38:32 GMT
Chrysanthemum padded into the forest where she knew she could find herbs.
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Post by Horselover on Jul 31, 2014 3:20:24 GMT
Ocean followed.
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Post by spottedleaf on Jul 31, 2014 3:27:58 GMT
(We can just stay on this thread.)
Chrysanthemum grabbed a bundle of marigold and carefully wrapped it in a leaf.
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Post by Horselover on Jul 31, 2014 3:40:24 GMT
He picked I some borage and wrapped it up before pausing to kill a rodent that has sat a tails length away from him.
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Post by spottedleaf on Aug 1, 2014 2:33:42 GMT
Chrysanthemum pounced quickly on a squirrel and killed it as she kept thinking about the prophecy. She found a ripe bunch of juniper berries.
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