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Post by xx snakey on Feb 16, 2010 20:21:12 GMT -5
Indigo had followed the scent that had clung to the she-cat and tom's fur and the scent at the markers. He tred paths tred by many paws for moons before him. Wiggling under the heather in his way, weighted down by a pidgeon and a rabbit he'd caught, though it had taken him a while, he'd caught them. He emerged in a clearing, stumbling under his load, and inhaling deeply. This was it,t he place where the smell was the most potent. He dropped his prey, glancing around. It was sunhigh and most the cats were out hunting because of the harsh weather, others were too busy catching a few winks to notice him. "Hello?" His voice almost echo'd in the odd silence. "Is anyone here?" He looked around, pale orbs worried.
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Post by wolfkitten on Feb 22, 2010 15:13:50 GMT -5
Sharpstar had finally gotten enough rest, and had healed and regained his strength back to the strong cat he once was. For now he was in the Camp, he was one of the few that were, and were awake. His ears flicked forward as he looked around his den, feeling that he should go get some hunting done. And so he would hope up and move quickly for the entrance of the den, stretching slightly as he reached it. He would then glance about, freezing as he caught the scent of a Loner in close proximity. He hissed in surprise and anger. Hadn't they had their fair share of Loners trespassing on their lands already? And this one was, once again, bold enough to waltz into their Camp.
But... Sharpstar... Being the wise and calm Leader he was, and knowing they could use allies wherever they could find them, would move swiftly toward the Loner in the camp. His eyes would hold no judgement... Yet... But they would survey the cat warily. Again, so soon, someone was invading his beloved home. But he would move up to the cat, head and tail thrust high, his eyes steely. "What is your business here?" He would ask in a rather rough voice, watching the cat carefully. A small snarl raised itself to his lips as he saw the cat's catch... Who did he think he was, hunting on ShadowClan lands... Well for now he said nothing of this... He was rather surprsied to see that the cat had only three legs. To him... This could be a weakness, unless proven otherwise... He needed to test this one before allowing him to join in his Clan. He knew the season would be harsh, but he wasn't having any cats laying around in Camp and getting a free ride through. Then again, he could obviously hunt, unless of course he simply found the poor creatures dead already... But he would watch silently for now, awaiting the stranger cat's answer.
OOC: Sorry this took so long Snakey!
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