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Post by oakfur on Oct 8, 2006 14:29:47 GMT -5
Inkheart entered the Warriors Den with a mouse in his mouth. Looking around, he settled himself down near the edge. He yawned revealing his long white teeth. He Began to tear at his pery with great pleasure, he hadn't eaten in a while.
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Post by iceclaw9 on Oct 8, 2006 18:07:04 GMT -5
(((okay, short tempered kitty on the way... But maybe they can be friends later on  ))) Iceclaw warily poked his head inside the warrior's den, as if suspecting an enemy to jump at him at any moment. When he saw Inkheart, his eyes narrowed a bit, half thinking that the cat would hiss at him and tell him to go away. After all, that was the custom greeting in BloodClan... He slowly stalked to the opposite side of the den, his eyes never leaving the other tom. He then sat down warily, keeping his ears pricked. |
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Post by oakfur on Oct 9, 2006 18:01:48 GMT -5
((No worries! Inkys a bit anti-social also! )) Inkheart pricked his ears as the warrior entered tehe den. He swifted uncomfortably and eyes the starge warily. "Hello," he meowed casting his eyes back down to his mouse and taking another bite. He glanced up every few seconds as if scared the stranger might attack. |
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Post by iceclaw9 on Oct 10, 2006 15:47:30 GMT -5
"Hi," mewed Iceclaw, in an almost depressed tone. "So," he then mewed. "Whats your name?" if he wanted to make allies in the Clan, he might as well start...
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Post by amberstripe on Oct 10, 2006 17:55:59 GMT -5
Inkheart looked up from his eating, "Inkheart," he meowed shortly, "You?" he aasked unconcernedly turning his head back to take the last piece of his mouse up in his jaws. ((WB))
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Post by ƒireƒur on Oct 10, 2006 19:07:14 GMT -5
Iceclaw paused for a moment before answering. "Iceclaw," he replied swiftly. The tom in front of him seemed to be of a very bland nature also. Iceclaw sighed in anxiety and rested his head on his paws. As he watched Inkheart eat, he thought about the future. True friends were most likely out of the question, and having an apprentice....Was he to be trusted?
Not that he would hurt a younger cat, but would his BloodClan nationality be accepted by his Clan mates? Or would he live here as a social outcast? His yellow gaze shifted once again to Inkheart, who had finished his mouse. Despite Iceclaw's short temper, he wasn't the type that would turn down an oppurtunity to get some information. "Inkheart," he mewed, envying the name for a moment. He then looked at the cat. "I'm guessing your Clan born?"
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Post by amberstripe on Oct 10, 2006 19:16:22 GMT -5
Inkheart, who had finished his meal and was now washing his dirty pelt, looked up and mowed with a shrug, "Basiclly, my dad is in WindClan now, but I am born a clan cat," he meowed a bit definalty. He studied Iceclaw scpiclly, "I don't reconize you, so i guess your not from here, right?" He ran him up and down with his bright green eyes and then returned to his washing very unconcerned with birth clans. He didn't really care what clan a cat was from as long as he was loyal to ShadowClan now.
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Post by ƒireƒur on Oct 11, 2006 18:06:34 GMT -5
"No," replied Iceclaw. "I was from rather far from here". He shivered, should he tell him?
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Post by splochkit on Oct 11, 2006 18:27:09 GMT -5
Inkheart noddedas Iceclaw confremed what what he thought, "So, what clan are you from then?" he asked as he began to wash his dirty chest. He hated when his fur was dirty. He flicked his tail in anger as he tried to get a annoying patch of burrs out from his longer fur.
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Post by hatexme on Oct 11, 2006 20:26:02 GMT -5
Duskpaw slunk in, she had come back from eating a vole and she was ready for a nap. She spotted Inkheart talking to another cat. He's kind of cute, she thought, silently kicking herself. Now was not the time to be thinking of toms it was time to sleep. "Hey Inkheart, who's your friend?" she mewed, stifling a yawn. She watched as Inkheart grew frustrated with cleaning his fur. "You need help with that?" she asked, laughing slightly.
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Post by shallow on Oct 11, 2006 21:44:39 GMT -5
Inkheart gave her a withering look. "No I don't need help!" he meowed with his mouth full of burrs. He gave her a glare. He was tired and not in a mood to put up with apprentices. He glanced at Iceclaw and meowed, "This is Iceclaw."
((Who did you think was cute? Me or Iceclaw?))
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Post by iceclaw9 on Oct 12, 2006 17:43:25 GMT -5
(((yeah)))
Iceclaw nodded to the she-cat, and rested his head on his paws once more. "I...I came from BloodClan," he mewed calmly.
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Post by splochkit on Oct 12, 2006 19:08:24 GMT -5
Inkheart was surprised, but, being the master of not showing his emotions, showed his surprise by a flick of his tail and nothing more. He was uncertain for a moment and then askeddslightly disconcerted, "the same BloodClan that Scourge came from?" The story of Tigerstar and Firestar and Scorage was one that every cat in clans knew. He had heard the story as a kitand had dreamed of being in that battle and killing Scorage himself.
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Post by earthpaw9 on Oct 13, 2006 14:24:35 GMT -5
Iceclaw nodded. "Unfortunatly," he murmured. "My Great Grandfather was a kit when it happened. Since then, BloodClan's popualtion has deminished...".
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Post by inkpaw on Oct 13, 2006 14:56:44 GMT -5
Inkheart was intriged by Iceclaw's story now. "So, who leads there now? Are the y planning to attck us anytime?" he shot questions out, dropping his normal digified manner. He was too curoise to pay attention to that now.
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