noodlekin
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Post by noodlekin on Nov 25, 2017 7:02:26 GMT
Sheepkit stepped back after being bumped into. "Yep. These tunnels are how my Clan... uh..." she thought for a moment. Then blinked. "It's how we get around! Yeah!" She turned around and began walking, "follow me!"
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Post by Ravenfeather232 on Nov 25, 2017 15:50:57 GMT
RIP Sheepkit revealed Windclans most treasured secret.))
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Post by Ravenfeather232 on Nov 25, 2017 15:51:57 GMT
Ravenstar headed into the main tunnel, hoping to find a scent of rabbit. But she heard pawsteps instead. She also smelled Sheepkit. “Sheepkit? What are you doing? Who’s following you?”
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forestpelt
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Post by forestpelt on Nov 25, 2017 17:03:55 GMT
"U-uh..." Fennelspark began to stutter. Her tail began to fluff up as some form of defense.
(Since Fennel is a pretty young warrior she'd probably only gone to one or two gatherings so she might not be recognized by Windclan right away, If thats okay)
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Post by Ravenfeather232 on Nov 25, 2017 17:21:02 GMT
Sure! Also, when you could, could you enter the other cats with the form? They just look a little out of place in the allegiances.))
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Post by Ravenfeather232 on Nov 25, 2017 17:22:03 GMT
“You smell like RiverClan... did your clan survive? Come, I’ll take you both back to camp.” She briskly picked up Sheepkit, and started down the tunnel.
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Post by forestpelt on Nov 25, 2017 17:31:35 GMT
(Alright, I updated it.)
She froze for a minute, unsure if she should tell the she-cat who was most likely their leader from what she had remembered from gatherings with her clan long ago. A surge of warmth went through her body until her blood went cold remembering there would never be another gathering, all because of those mountain-birds.
(How do I feel like this RP is going to end with them reforming all of the clans by making deals with the rogues)
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Post by Ravenfeather232 on Nov 25, 2017 17:34:49 GMT
I have no clue.))
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Post by Ravenfeather232 on Nov 25, 2017 17:35:42 GMT
Also, I’ll update it later, my sister is hogging the computer right now, I’m on my phone. :/ Let’s wait for noodlekin))
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forestpelt
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Post by forestpelt on Nov 25, 2017 17:36:12 GMT
(Ravenstar: *Hands rogue a five dollar bill* Get a group and name your group Shadowclan and go live in the swamp. Rogue: O-oh. Uh, okay.
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Post by Ravenfeather232 on Nov 25, 2017 17:39:26 GMT
Ravenstar: Also, your clan is dumb compared to mine. Your the ones that sneak around and act like the best.
Raven: * gives other rouge a five dollar bill * Go live in the forest and call yourself Thunderclan and act like the hero’s of everyone.))
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Post by noodlekin on Nov 25, 2017 17:48:54 GMT
Sheepkit dangled from her leader's jaw. "D-Did I do something wrong?" She mewed quietly.
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Post by forestpelt on Nov 25, 2017 17:50:31 GMT
Fennelspark was silently panicking as she felt the air grow stiffer around her. How did these -probably- Windclan cats walk in these tunnels? It felt like she was being suffocated, and it was so dark too! She began to walk faster towards the cats, her tail fluffing up to maximum size.
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Post by Ravenfeather232 on Nov 25, 2017 18:05:30 GMT
“No Sheepkit. I know your scared. But your safe now.” She mewed, emerging into the sunlight.
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Post by forestpelt on Nov 25, 2017 18:07:25 GMT
Fennelspark hesitated. What if she was being lead into a deathtrap? As soon as she stepped out, the remains of Windclan could come and rip her apart, or the mountain-birds could come back down and carry her away.
"I-I can't...M-mountain birds.....T-Trap..." Fennelspark stuttered, beginning to edge backwards.
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