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Post by blackbird on Dec 21, 2006 22:36:21 GMT -5
Whitestone was traveling through the marsh, hoping it would end so he could get on dry ground again. I hate this marsh. Of all the ways I could've gone and I had to choose this way. Whitestone thought to himself. Well at least nobody has tried to kill me.....yet
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Post by bluebird on Dec 21, 2006 23:05:08 GMT -5
The apprentices were the only ones at camp during the war and they were in charge of keeping everthing going. Haspaw was in charge since he was first born. "Okay Jaggedpaw and Yarrowpaw guard camp! Tatterpaw and I will patrol the marsh and hunt."
"Okay Hashpaw."
The apprentices trotted out of camp and headed towards the marsh. On the way tatterpaw caught a vole and a frog. She buried them and they continued on. Soon Hashpaw scented something, "I smell an intruder!" Yowled Hashpaw.
"Me too!" replied Tatterpaw, then they saw him, a small white marbled warrior. We can take him if we work together. They leapt out of the bushes and surprised Whitestone. Hashpaw pinned him down while Tatterpaw stood gaurd.
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Post by blackbird on Dec 21, 2006 23:12:14 GMT -5
Great Whitestone thought, little cats who think they can take me on. Whats next, flying badgers?. Whitestone went limp and calmed himself. When the appentices were lulled into a sense of false security, he lept up and swiped his claws and caught one of them on the sholder and batted the apprentice away.
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Post by bluebird on Dec 21, 2006 23:14:03 GMT -5
The tow whirled around and took turns biting him. Then when he was getting tired Haspaw asked, "Why are you in our territory clanni!!??"
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Post by blackbird on Dec 21, 2006 23:19:05 GMT -5
"Clanie? what are you talking about? I belong to no clan or any other cat group!" meowed Whitestone as he sat in the mush and licked his ruffled pelt
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Post by bluebird on Dec 21, 2006 23:23:33 GMT -5
The two cats didn't let down their guard but did ease up a little now knowing that he wasn't a clanni. "I am Haspaw and this is Tatterpaw, we are of Snakeclan. The fierstest clan in the whole forest! We kill anyone who we don't like! And we never follow the warrior code!"
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Post by blackbird on Dec 21, 2006 23:27:19 GMT -5
"OO-kay. Well, if you don't follow the clannies rules, than why are you called SnakeClan, and why do you have the same name as they do when they are apprentices?"
(you spelled Hashpaw wrong, unless he's Haspaw now)
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Post by bluebird on Dec 21, 2006 23:29:53 GMT -5
OOC: sorry typo
"That is for Blackspirit to decide", meowed Hashpaw who you will see in a few hours."
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Post by blackbird on Dec 21, 2006 23:34:14 GMT -5
"Why can't i see him now??"
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Post by bluebird on Dec 21, 2006 23:35:37 GMT -5
"Snakeclan is in a war with Ravenclan and Dragonclan right now, I suspect they will be done shortly."
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Post by blackbird on Dec 21, 2006 23:37:24 GMT -5
"well what are you going to do in the meantime? are you going to sit here and gaurd me, or are you going to take me to your camp and wait for your leaded, oh whats-his-name there?"
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Post by Mosstar on Dec 22, 2006 9:44:22 GMT -5
Little did they know that at the camp raccoonpaw had sneaked by the apprentices and was running full-on for the war!
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Post by bluebird on Dec 22, 2006 9:52:24 GMT -5
"Shut that hole in the middle of your face! Of course we are taking you to camp, AS A PRISONER!" The two cats flaked Whitestone and began leading him to Snakeclan camp.
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Post by blackbird on Dec 22, 2006 9:58:24 GMT -5
Whitestone padded with them, hoping he could get some answers from someone who wasn't younger than him
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Post by bluebird on Dec 22, 2006 10:01:21 GMT -5
The cats padded on until they reached camp. "Jaggedpaw, Yarrowpaw!"
"Yes Hashpaw?"
"We have a prisoner but them in his place and guard it with your life!", then he whispered softely so Whitestone coudn't hear, "If we do a good job with this we could be made warriors!"
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Post by blackbird on Dec 22, 2006 10:07:49 GMT -5
"Hey, maybe its none of my bussiness, but it smells like a cat thats not from your clan raced away from here just a few min. ago. If you want to catch them you should go now" Whitestone meowed as he sat down and started to groom himself
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Post by bluebird on Dec 22, 2006 10:08:52 GMT -5
"We won't waste our time, he will get slaughterd in the war anyway."
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Post by blackbird on Dec 22, 2006 10:14:16 GMT -5
"Is that what your Leader wants?? If i were him wouldn't i want the prisoner i captured to stay in the camp with cats i thought could handle it?? Plus i don't think he would be too impressed with me, a cat that has already made up his mind about things, compared to that other cat that escaped, he hasn't made up his mind about somethings that matter"
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Post by bluebird on Dec 22, 2006 12:12:16 GMT -5
Hashpaw sighed, "Fine you little piece of mousebile! Yarrowpaw go and catch the little weasle and so NO MERCY! There are you happy!?"
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Post by blackbird on Dec 22, 2006 14:59:21 GMT -5
"Maybe"
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Post by bluebird on Dec 22, 2006 15:03:13 GMT -5
Hashpaw rolled his eyes and then nipped Whitestone on the flank. The other 2 apprentices watched amused. They led whitestone to a thorn thicket. It was extremely small and uncomfortable. The apprentices stuffed him in and told him to keep quiet. Then they stood guard.
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Post by bluebird on Dec 22, 2006 15:23:11 GMT -5
OOC: BLACKBIRD I JUST FINISHED EXPLAINING HOW TINY CRAMPED IT IS WHITESTONE COULDN'T FIT THOUGH THERE AND BESIDES I IS MADE OF THORNS THAT WOULD REALLY HURT!
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Post by blackbird on Dec 22, 2006 15:35:43 GMT -5
OOC: what post??
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Post by bluebird on Dec 22, 2006 15:38:20 GMT -5
OOC: nevermind
But Whitestone was wrong Tatterpaw had turned to lick herself and saw him escaping she yowled to the other 2 and they quickley caught up to him and pinned him on the ground.
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Post by blackbird on Dec 22, 2006 15:41:59 GMT -5
Whitestone moved his paws so fast in the ground so he kicked up alot of dirt and it made the cats cough. he heaved himself up and raced away through the forest towards a big hubabaloo
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