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Post by seren on Nov 19, 2008 22:52:45 GMT -5
Fayreign's fur was ruffled by a passing wind. "Won't be long 'til I'm seven moons along. Seems like just yesterday I was a hopeless apprentice." She chortled at this. Blue-jays screech obnoxiously in the background, but she paid them no mind. "Blue-jays." She sniffed.
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Post by dragon on Nov 21, 2008 21:11:42 GMT -5
"Good meat...I should see if I can still hunt properly, or if being curled up in my den had affected me much. I could get Softenedpaw go get you one if you want?" She offered to the queen.
Apprenticeship...probably the longest part of her life. Definatly not the most importiant, but still a very good time.
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Post by seren on Nov 22, 2008 22:28:27 GMT -5
Wrinkling her nose--that expression was becoming more and more common of her nowadays--the she-cat politely refused the offer. "No thanks. No desire for a bird that annoys me that much." Her stomach was swollen, and the lifeforms inside lashed out at her. StarClan only knew what the little rascals were doing in there.
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Post by dragon on Nov 23, 2008 18:25:58 GMT -5
"A, still, we could all use some more feshmeat around here. I think the pile is getting lower and lower by the day." She smiled at the decline. It would be good for Softenedpaw to get out of camp for a while. He had become a great user of his power, but that wouldn't help him any when in cam to killing prey.
"Softenedpaw!" She called, and he sulked out form their den, "Go see if you can find those Blue-jays that are causing such a ruckus. If you would be such a dear as to kill them that would be great."
The milky-eyed apprentice nodded curtly and almost ran out of camp, sinking into the hunters crouch before he even left camp. He would have made a good warrior as well.
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Post by seren on Nov 23, 2008 21:07:06 GMT -5
Shrugging, the she-cat eased into gradual comfort. Her mother wasn't anywhere to be found, and, quite honestly, she was glad of it. The last thing she needed was for the old batty mummy to come staggering along, croning and croaking at her about health and the joys and hardships of raising kits of her own. Grimacing, she still loved her mentally disturbed mother. Illness or not, she was still her mother, and that was all that mattered.
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Post by dragon on Nov 25, 2008 20:46:03 GMT -5
"You could scare away a badger with the look on your face now, what thought is pulling down your maw down like that?" DriftMoon looked at the grimacing Fayreign.
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Post by seren on Nov 25, 2008 23:13:11 GMT -5
Her lips turned upwards and her eyes widened in their usual delightened, deer-caught-in-the-headlight way. "Oh, nothing." Tail flicking Driftmoon playfully, the air seemed to crackle. Saliva of the sky, she wondered? Possibly, but no one could be sure.
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Post by dragon on Nov 27, 2008 13:34:54 GMT -5
DriftMoon gave a small purr of thanks. It was good that Fayriegn had gotten over the whole thing with her mother. Maybe before SliverMoon decided to join Starclan they would burry the hatchet for good.
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Post by seren on Nov 27, 2008 23:40:10 GMT -5
Slivermoon grimaced at the taste of stale mouse. Shaking off denial, she strolled past her daughter, and suddenly everything was as it should be. Her daughter had just been made a warrior, no swollen belly. Yes, yes, not pregnant. Glacierheart who?
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Post by dragon on Nov 28, 2008 15:28:55 GMT -5
SymphoniaPaw looked up. SliverMoon, where was she going? "Be back Blister!'' He told his love, and quickly followed the elder she-cat. "SliverMoon?" He asked with concern. "Can Blister and I help you?"
Blister had followed him, out of concern and curiosity. A smile streched her lips in a cute way. It was a small helpful, ready-to-do-anything smile. "Mhm!" She agreed with Symphoniapaw's question.
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Post by seren on Nov 28, 2008 23:29:40 GMT -5
She didn't recognize either of the kits that were chattering at her. Help? With what? She shook her head at Symphoniapaw and Blister's offer. Chortling, she realized that this was just a figment of her imagination. Silly Slivermoon! These were unborn kits. They didn't exist.
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Post by dragon on Nov 30, 2008 15:36:09 GMT -5
Blister sent Symphoniapaw a worried glance. Did the elder know where she was going? A line creased the middle of her forehead as she turned her head around to look at SliverMoon, and send good wishes her way. 'Hoping you get well soon,' crossed her mind.
A sad tune started to play, from thin air, like it was picking up on Blister's emotions. A fiddle played the sorrowful tune, like someone was crying all alone.
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Post by seren on Nov 30, 2008 19:29:40 GMT -5
ooc: An old member's back!
From across the way, Fayreign saw her mother's worrisome reaction, and for a fraction of a second, a knot of dread stole over her. This poor unsuspecting creature would have to handle the depths of the world sent after her, coming for her. Danger lurked around every corner for her mother, she had only just learnt. Seeing the predicament through the silver-bodied tortoiseshell, she grew terrified.
"Symphoniapaw, Blister!" she called out. "Please, could you both keep an eye on her for a while? Just kind of periodically check up on her?"
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