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Post by Loki on Oct 1, 2018 15:28:46 GMT
Ashstar sat on a branch, overlooking the camp. He was almost healed of his scratches and he couldn't wait to get out of the camp. He hadn't even gone out to help pick herbs with Silverbrook. He glanced over at the fresh-kill pile. A thrush caught his eye and it looked juicy. Springing down from his perch, he trotted over to the pile and plucked the bird. The feathers would make a nice addition to his nest once he pulled a few off. SilverpeltRiverfrosthickoryfang
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Post by Riverfrost on Oct 1, 2018 16:24:39 GMT
Riverfrost was looking through the fresh-kill pile when Ashstar walked over. She watched him take out the thrush and picked out a squirrel of her own. "Good morning, Ashstar."
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Post by Silverpelt on Oct 3, 2018 1:47:10 GMT
Appearing at the bramble entrance, Silverbrook entered camp with a bundle of goldenrob in her jaw. Dropping them inside the medicine cat den, she quickly sorted it though then headed to the leaders den with some rosemary. On seeing the empty den, she scanned the camp for her leader. "He better not die on me because he wont take care of his scratches." She muttered to herself as she darted to the center of camp.
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Post by Loki on Oct 8, 2018 0:46:42 GMT
Ashstar had found a spot near the fresh-kill pile to eat his prey. He looked up from his meal when he heard a cat say his name. "Hey Riverfrost." The blue she-cat had picked a squirrel from the pile. Looking around the camp, he saw Silverbrook heading towards the center with herbs. He returned to his thrush with a sigh. Silverpelt (lol I love Silverbrook) Riverfrosthickoryfang
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Post by Riverfrost on Oct 8, 2018 1:20:59 GMT
Riverfrost finished her squirrel and sat, cleaning her paws. She wondered whether or not she would go on the next patrol. Looking around, she noticed Ashstar sighing. She walked over. "What's wrong, Ashstar?", she meowed, "Is your thrush sour or something?"
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Post by Silverpelt on Oct 8, 2018 15:53:39 GMT
"Ashstar!!" Silverbrook exclaimed, racing over to his side. Dropping the herbs she sniffed his scratches, "Can you stop disappearing on me!? We have too many grey cats in this clan! Everyone looks the same!" Nodding to herself, she chewed up the rosemary and applied it to his side.
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Post by Loki on Oct 9, 2018 15:23:05 GMT
"No, my thrush if fine. Just an annoying medicine cat is all." He said the last part loud enough for Silverbrook to hear. "I wouldn't call being in the middle of the camp, disappearing. I'm fine anyway. You don't need to waste herbs on me. We may need them soon."
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Post by Silverpelt on Oct 9, 2018 15:49:09 GMT
" 'We may need them soon'? If you're planning to attack a clan, you better not, and I can waste as much herbs as I want to." She retorted, "I don't want these scratch's to get infected!"
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Post by Riverfrost on Oct 9, 2018 20:28:10 GMT
RIverfrost jumped to her feet. "There's going to be a battle?!", she cried, "With who?!"
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Post by Silverpelt on Oct 9, 2018 23:27:27 GMT
"Don't take everything so literal, Riverfrost," Silverbrook sighed, "I was just being sarcastic."
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