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 Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 5:59 am
All RiverClan cats must RP here.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 4:09 pm
Skystar blinked as the warm, bright sun leaked into his lichen draped den. He took a deep, satisfying breath and stood. His bright eyes showed pride as he stepped out of his den to sit under the low hanging limb of an oak tree. He curled his tail over his paws and waited for his clan to wake.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 5:52 pm
Swiftpelt felt the warmth of the morning sun on her face as it streamed through the small opening in the warriors den. She yawned, her sharp fangs glinting white, and padded out of the den. She took a deep breath of morning air and scented RiverClan's leader, Skystar, not far away. She swung her head, spotting Skystar sitting underneath the oak in the middle of camp.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 9:18 pm
Brightear woke up in the nursery, she yawned then she got to her paws and padded over to entrance of the nursery, at the entrance she paused for a second then she pushed her way out of the den and into the camp. Once in the camp her pale tabby fur started to glow as the sun's raise hit her pelt. She decided to lay down and enjoy the warmth of the sun, her swollen belly showed that her kits would soon be kitted.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 2:06 pm
Feltpaw yawned and padded up to his mentor, Swiftpelt, his head tilted up to feel the sun on his face. "What are we going to do first today?" he mewed. He knew that they would hunt first, as always, but he wanted to see if anything had changed.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 1:43 pm
Skystar watched Feltpaw and Swiftpelt. He stood up and walked over to the two. "How about dawn patrol?" He asked Swiftpelt. He never liked giving orders and found it best to ask politley.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 2:56 pm
Swiftpelt dipped her head politely. She had the urge to move her legs this morning, and the sun warmed her nicely.
"We'd be glad to, Skystar," she replied. "Right, Feltpaw?" she added, prodding her apprentice lightly with a paw.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 4:38 pm
"Yes Skystar. I'll be happy to go on dawn patrol." Feltpaw had always kind of liked dawn patrol, because he could sometimes pick up some fresh kill to bring back, and he could see more of the forest. He turned to Swiftpelt, "Where will we start?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 12:24 pm
Mossfeather peered out from the medicine den, the sun catching her yellow eyes, making her squint. She slowly yawned and flexed her muscles, preparing them for a little run.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 12:37 pm
Swiftpelt meowed a goodbye to Skystar, and padded into the forest with Feltpaw close behind her. Dead leaves that still littered the forest floor from the last leafbare crunched under her pads. She stopped at a large maple tree.
"We'll start here, marking our territory and searching for any foreign scents. You do know what badger and fox smell like, right Feltpaw?" she said, marking the large tree.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 4:14 am
Skystar purred and went back to the spot where he was sitting before. "I'd go hunting but there's is no one who can stay and guard the camp." He though to himself, shifting the dirt with his paw in a bored manner.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 8:01 am
Feltpaw nodded and marked a nearby tree. "Which way are we going to go?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 2:53 pm
Swiftpelt breathed in, and headed towards the north.
"We'll circle the border from this direction, and maybe pick up some freshkill when we end," she meowed.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 7:53 am
Skystar padded over to the freshkill pile and gently lifted a mouse from it. "I might go hunting later." He thought as he made his way to his den. He layed down at the foot of it and began to take small bites of the cold mouse. Licking his muzzle he sweeped his gaze around the camp to see if there were any cats out. "There aren't" He thought with a sigh as he turned back to his mouse. In three more swift bites it was gone and he went to bury it. After he buried the mouse the white tom sat by the apprentice's den and began to clean himself. He licked his paw and rubbed it over his ears several times before finally setting it on the ground again.
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