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Post by Blackie girl on Dec 11, 2007 21:00:31 GMT -5
Serpentkit padded around camp, looking normal but was caught up in so many thoughts.
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Post by Shaded on Dec 11, 2007 21:06:52 GMT -5
Whisperkit sat down beside the nursery after glancing quickly around camp. What had happened yesterday seemed so vague now, and he wondered if it was all just a dream. But he knew it wasn't; it was too real, even if it was just a vague memory now. He remembered the dream, and he remembered being confused about telling Serpentkit that he was reincarnated . . . But he still didn't dare bring the topic up in case it really didn't happen. [/center] |
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Post by Blackie girl on Dec 11, 2007 21:09:09 GMT -5
Serpentkit sat down next to Whisperkit, but she didn’t feel the same. “Er….hi, I guess.”
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Post by Shaded on Dec 11, 2007 21:10:02 GMT -5
Whisperkit looked up when he heard a voice speak to him. "Hi," he replied simply, turning his gaze back to his paws, deep in thought. [/center] |
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Post by Blackie girl on Dec 11, 2007 21:11:47 GMT -5
Serpentkit thought for a bit, and decided not to bring up the words Starclan, Foxpaw or Tornpaw. “What’s up?” She muttered.
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Post by Shaded on Dec 11, 2007 21:13:15 GMT -5
Whisperkit shrugged. "Uh, nothing, really," he replied, suddenly wishing he were an apprentice. [/center] |
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Post by Blackie girl on Dec 11, 2007 21:15:17 GMT -5
“Er….same here.” Serpentkit mewed. She looked around camp, trying to find her friends.
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Post by Shaded on Dec 11, 2007 21:19:45 GMT -5
Whisperkit didn't reply. He just stared unblinkingly ahead of him.
Why was I reincarnated? I don't want to be alive anymore. I hate it; what good thing ever comes to me? Shouldn't I get something in return? Did I even have the choice of staying in StarClan? [/center] |
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Post by blackie girl on Dec 11, 2007 21:22:05 GMT -5
Serpentkit looked up at the sky. She never really got to tell Foxpaw how she felt.
‘Why am I here anyway? I have no purpose to live.’
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Post by Shaded on Dec 11, 2007 21:25:37 GMT -5
ooc; I HAVE A PRETTIFUL IDEA . . . maybe not so prettiful since it'll have a lot of blood, but oh well. =D
ic; Whisperkit's ears pricked as he heard a loud screech, of anger or pain, or something. He looked around camp, but couldn't see anything - whatever had made the sound must be just at the entrance. He watched as a group of warriors ran off to investigate; and the next thing he heard was one of them yowl, "Badgers!" [/center] |
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Post by Blackie girl on Dec 11, 2007 21:27:46 GMT -5
“What?” Serpentkit hissed. “Not badgers!” she yowled but then thought, ‘Maybe….just maybe….starclan will come down after the badgers leave…..’
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Post by ~{* $ñów¥ *}~ on Dec 12, 2007 16:28:19 GMT -5
Ooc:
Grrr, Shade, you stole my word of Prettyful!
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Post by Shaded on Dec 12, 2007 16:51:50 GMT -5
ooc; No I didn't, Snowy. I made that word a looooong time ago. [/center] |
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Post by Blackie girl on Dec 12, 2007 20:22:24 GMT -5
“Why does it have to always be badgers?!” Serpentkit hissed.
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Post by Shaded on Dec 12, 2007 20:49:05 GMT -5
Whisperkit dug his thorn-sharp claws into the ground, but didn't move his legs, or body, as if he were frozen to the spot. And it certainly felt like he was. He could do nothing but stand and watch as five badgers stole their way into camp, chasing off warriors, and flinging off apprentices. [/center] |
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Post by Blackie girl on Dec 12, 2007 20:51:26 GMT -5
Serpentkit's claws dug into the ground. "Starclan, help me with this...." She mewed quietly and sped over to the nearest badger.
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Post by Shaded on Dec 12, 2007 21:00:17 GMT -5
Whisperkit's gaze moved around the camp. He was whispering to himself almost silently, words he didn't understand, words that didn't exist. [/center] |
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Post by Blackie girl on Dec 12, 2007 21:07:10 GMT -5
Serpentkit stopped behind a large badger and stared at it, watching it in fear. She then leaped onto its back and dug her tiny claws into its back.
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