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SilverClan
Forum-Index → Roleplay → SilverClanLetting out a deep breath, Abysssoul moved to a somewhat sunny spot, sitting down before then getting to work at trying to work out some of the bigger mats that had formed in his somewhat long fur through the night. However, he also kept his ears perked up, listening to see if there was a conversation going on anywhere that he could potentially join in on. It would be good to get to know someone.
Mistpaw slowly made her way more to the opening of the apprentice den, only to then jump slightly in surprise and crouch down cautiously at seeing the other two apprentices sitting there and the warrior that was approaching. If anything, the small sphinx just wanted to dart out of the den and hide from everyone, but as it stood right now she could either stay where she currently was, or head back to hide along the edges of the den until she determined if these cats would be friendly or not. So, Mistpaw chose the latter and darted off, hoping they wouldn't have noticed her in her momentary turmoil.
She opened her eyes in surprise, only to see a small dark kitten, playing with her tail. "Moonface!", she growled friendly. "Is that the way you treat elder cats? Wake them up like this?" The kitten straightens, showing its tiny claws and hissed: "I am a great warrior, and I´m going to scare you away from our lands, you filthy rogue!"
With a snort, Goldstripe carefully dropped herself on the smaller cat. "Well...." she said with a grin, "Then you can taste my "filthy rogue fur" for now, you little rascal!"
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Moonface squeaked. There was FUR everywhere! Somehow, he managed to escape the long-haired She-cat above him and sat down spitting, trying to get rid of the fur in his mouth. "That was not fair! To sit down on me like that!", Moonface whined, but Goldstripe only gave him another grin. "Let´s go deeper into the forest, you don´t want to miss your chance, meeting some REAL warriors someday, do you?", she asked with a cheerful voice, slowly heading in the direction of the forest. "YES! And maybe, I catch my own mouse this time...", Moonface thought to himself and nodded with exitement, following her.
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Moonface didn´t even notice his adoptive mother watching him. In his mind, he was fighting a huge Crow, which was trying to peck at his eyes. "Take this, flying feather-ball!", he growled in his deepest warrior-voice. (Which is still rather squeaky)