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Post by spottedleaf on Sept 9, 2014 3:46:03 GMT
Well spotty just had to do this title cuz the national anthem has been stuck in her head since choir.
Hawk sat in BloodClan camp, getting bored with nobody to talk to. She was deep in though about the whole deputy contest thing and was totally zoned out.
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Post by nightwhisper on Sept 9, 2014 3:53:32 GMT
Terrorstrike almost sprinted past her, on his way to torment Cody, but noticed she was bored and immediately skidded to a stop, kicking dirt all over,in every direction but Hawk's direction. He shook some soil from his pelt, gave himself a very quick grooming, and padded over to her. "Hi," he mewed, smiling the way he always did when he saw her.
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Post by spottedleaf on Sept 9, 2014 14:38:16 GMT
Hawk jumped out of her daze and looked around. She spotted Terrorstrike and then relaxed and padded over to him. "Hey," she mewed, smiling.
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Post by nightwhisper on Sept 9, 2014 23:23:54 GMT
(he's right in front of her)
His smile brightened a tiny bit, so subtly that you might not even notice it. He couldn't remember the time he had smiled like this. He probably never had.
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Post by spottedleaf on Sept 9, 2014 23:44:46 GMT
(Ok then I'm too lazy to edit it...)
Hawk smiled at him and curled her tail around his.
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Post by nightwhisper on Sept 9, 2014 23:54:03 GMT
He hadn't thought that it was possible, but his smile brightened a tiny bit more. "Wanna go hunting?" he asked cheerfully.
Cody- or Cody's body with another cat inside- walked past them angrily, looking off into the distance.
Terrorstrike watched him, slightly confused but not really smart enough to realize that something was wrong. His eyes followed the tom until he disappeared from sight, then his eyes flicked back to Hawk.
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Post by spottedleaf on Sept 9, 2014 23:56:25 GMT
Hawk's gaze followed Cody and it clicked. Something was off. She turned to Terrorstrike and nodded, deciding to mention this to him while they hunted.
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Post by nightwhisper on Sept 10, 2014 0:02:35 GMT
He smiled obliviously, and mewed, "where do ya wanna hunt?"
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Post by spottedleaf on Sept 10, 2014 0:06:36 GMT
She shrugged and mewed, "your choice."
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Post by nightwhisper on Sept 10, 2014 0:16:13 GMT
He nodded and led her off towards a small, abandoned two leg garden. He could hear the shuffling of tiny feet as they reached it and smelled many types of prey, their mouthwatering scents mingling together, reminding Terrorstrike of his hunger.
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