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Post by cedarclaw on May 27, 2009 18:45:22 GMT -5
Falconpaw calmly made his way into TempestClan camp. The tom bit down on his lower lip and made himself look like any average lost cat. He knew this camp well. He had spent a few moons here until they had gone back to their camp. He tried to stay as low key as possible. He only wanted to exchange a few quick words to his old mentor, anyhow. Falconpaw swallowed, afraid to call out. He sat near the large tree that took over most of the camp and looked around for his black-furred mentor. "Nightpelt?" Falconpaw called out. He looked around casually.
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Post by cat on May 29, 2009 14:14:47 GMT -5
There was a soft pattering of pawsteps as a young warrior entered the dark domain of the TempestClan camp. Her tail drooped with exhaustion and her eyes were dull. A little bit of nighttime hunting was supposed to take her mind off her unhappy life. All it had done was make her tired.
The ginger tabby sighed, making toward the massive tree where her clan made it's home. Pausing to drop her vole and mouse on the fresh-kill pile, she froze as she heard a voice call out. Stiffening, the she-cat snarled in warning before creeping forward. This cat wasn't of TempestClan, that she could tell. Even in this dim light, she could tell that it's frame was all wrong. Taking a deep breath, she paused as the familiar scent filled her nose. Wait, she knew who that was! But what was he doing here? Sitting up, she perked her ears and advanced forward, eyes wide. "Falconpaw?!" She whispered, casting a nervous glance up the tree's trunk. No movement, no sound. Apparently her clan was still asleep.
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