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Post by zetorneh on Sept 23, 2006 9:36:36 GMT -5
i'llkillyouonebyone "Awake now, are we?" Tornear hissed. "So, what do you think of your suitation?" |
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Post by Roxie ! on Sept 23, 2006 9:46:05 GMT -5
((Torneh, Unless you ish UBBERLY museless, can you try to make your posts two sentences long?))
Nightstar snarled softley and lifted his head, eyes narrowing into slits.His silver striped black pelt bristled but he did not even glance at Tornear, let alone answer her right away.
What situation?
He asked at last, voice tuned to a low mutter of denile.
It was just a dream....
Despite his outward confidence, truthfully, Nightstar wasn't so sure of this.What was happening to him?And why now? |
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Post by zetorneh on Sept 23, 2006 9:49:35 GMT -5
(jeez, some peoplez have to eat.)
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Post by Roxie ! on Sept 23, 2006 9:55:43 GMT -5
((Ahhhzz Okay))
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Post by zetorneh on Sept 23, 2006 20:39:46 GMT -5
(lol, I wub you anyways.)
She snickered. "I've had haunting dreams before, Nightshade." Tornear grinned. "Maybe you are still learning, no?"
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Post by Roxie ! on Sept 24, 2006 10:28:33 GMT -5
 Nightstar snarled furiously and turned away, flattening his black ears against his head.His claws sheathed and unsheathed in the mossy bedding, and his eyes were narrowed into thin slits, lit by the firey anger the leader now possessed.
Whatever. It's not like dreams can hurt anyone.
He hissed, more to try and comfort himself than to defy Tornear, although he hoped his voice didn't show any traces of his inward concern.
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Post by zetorneh on Sept 24, 2006 10:56:38 GMT -5
"Ah, yes. He is still learning." She mused, her orbs bruning with amusement. She thought for a moment. Should I just jump in there and kill a life?
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Post by Roxie ! on Sept 24, 2006 12:24:31 GMT -5
Nightstar growled softly and shifted his position, careful to keep his weight off his legs.His black, silver-striped back was to Tornear now, and the leader then carefully proceded to was himself briskly, swiping his distinctive pink tongue over himself again and again. |
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Post by zetorneh on Sept 24, 2006 12:26:45 GMT -5
Shaking her head softly, Tornear turned to leave. She decided starvation and lack of water would be enough for Nightstar.
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Post by zetorneh on Sept 27, 2006 17:26:32 GMT -5
((okay, for this post let's fastford a couple of days.))
It had started to rain the ngiht before, the small crystal droplets of water beating down on the gravestones. Tornear sat crouched under the wing of an angel. Of course you couldn't really tell it was the wing of an angel the graves were so old. Another thing was that it seemed kinda odd for her to be under the wing of an angel since well, she was banished from bloodclan for being too evil, and this rain was not heling her pissy attuide. Cursing silently, she walked to the mossy pit where Nightstar was stored. Yes, stored. He was probbally growing thin, she thought. A wide grin spread across her facade.
Silver fatale padded across the muddy terrian, weaving inbetween the grave stones. Approaching the pit she called to Nightstar. "Thirsty? Hmm? Well drink up, it might flood." She laughed her crewl uncaring laugh and turned to go get back to shelter.
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Post by squee. on Sept 28, 2006 22:47:23 GMT -5
From somewhere in the bleak scene, a silver tabby raced through the rain. Mud splattered her paws and legs and even the soft under-belly, at that very moment she had found out the truth to Nightstar's disappearance but no one in Thunderclan seemed to believe her at the moment. Light forest green eyes narrowed in determination to show the entire clan she knew what she was talking about. Willowtail remebered the love-hate relationship of Tornear and Nightstar and how torn she felt on keeping the deputy's secret. In fact, just two moons ago she would have guess Tornear and her bunch dead but that would be an all to perfect illusion. Paws sunk deep into the mud as she raced across the border, though her pace never altered. There! She pin-pointed Tornear's loaction...and just her luck she seemed to be alone. Completely hidden by shadows of the night.....Willowtail leapt at the rogue's turned back, claws unsheathed and searching to meet with Tornear's fur.
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Post by zetorneh on Sept 28, 2006 23:07:18 GMT -5
Howl edmitted form Tornear as she whipped around, leaving her fur in Willow's claws(and some skin). Four rivers of blood trickled down her back but where washed away by the rain, therefore the cuts where also cleaned as much as possible. Startled she howled and again for all the others to attack. Leaping towards Willow she missed purposley, leaping towards Willow with hungry claws.
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