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Post by Crewe on Apr 12, 2012 2:58:53 GMT
Drawing near the end of the border, Mottledfrost slows to a stop and sets down her prey. She turns to Foxpelt, mentally noting that he has none of his own.
"Did you smell anything unusual across the border?" she asks, tail twitching.
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Post by memyselfandi on Apr 12, 2012 3:03:07 GMT
Foxpelt shifts uncomfortably. "Um....no?"
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Post by Crewe on Apr 12, 2012 3:06:27 GMT
Mottledfrost nods.
"Good." She fixes the ginger tom with a sharp look. "I don't need to remind you what a bad situation FernClan is in. We need what few warriors we have doing their absolute best to make sure our Clan becomes great again. See to it you don't let your Clan down."
Shaking herself slightly, the mottled brown she-cat gets to her feet.
"Shall we go home, then?"
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Post by memyselfandi on Apr 12, 2012 3:12:47 GMT
Foxpelt shrank slightly under the look.
"Um, yes. Let's go."
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Post by Crewe on Apr 12, 2012 3:17:31 GMT
Mottledfrost nods, picks up her mouse and vole, and leads the way back to camp. She can't help but listen for any sign of the silver she-cat, but apparently the tree-climbing rouge is gone.
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Post by memyselfandi on Apr 12, 2012 3:21:33 GMT
Foxpelt returns to camp as well. Like Mottledfrost, he is carefully searching for any sign of the tree-cat. Also like Mottledfrost, he fails to find one.
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