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Post by Horselover on Sept 9, 2014 3:08:00 GMT
the smoky spirit waited silently. he had long ago given up his warrior name, calling himself scar. whoever dared to call him by his name would receive a beautiful, terrible punishment.
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Post by nightwhisper on Sept 9, 2014 4:12:54 GMT
(dang i was gonna name mine scar! that was the name of my old bloodclanner, and he believed in the dark forest and was gonna come here!!)
A black, faded silhouette revealed himself, emerging from the cover of one of the large, dark bushes dotting the land. His amber eyes were revealed as he grew closer and he sat near the foul smelling river. Of course, to him it smelled sweet, like death. Like home.
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Post by Horselover on Sept 12, 2014 2:11:37 GMT
he nodded to the spirit. "Hello," he said. "you are aware of our... situation?"
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Post by nightwhisper on Sept 12, 2014 5:27:45 GMT
He nodded. (Can they be brothers)
An attractive young she-cat padded over as well, her dark tortoiseshell fur seeming almost pitch black in the shadows. She stepped closer ti the pair, revealing her slender build. Her deep amber eyes glowed, bright balls of fire. She had kept her warrior name, for it suited her. Cursedflame.
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Post by Horselover on Sept 12, 2014 15:13:09 GMT
(mmmm maybe as close as friends as u can be with dark forest)
He nodded at her as well.
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Post by nightwhisper on Sept 12, 2014 15:31:38 GMT
She nodded in return, her face remaining cold and emotionless. She rarely reacted and never smiled.
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