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Post by lionheart on Jun 22, 2009 15:10:46 GMT -8
Even though Bulletscar was just made deputy of ThunderClan, he was still angry about how long it took for him to become a warrior. His life was still a mistery to him and everyone else. The deputy was gearing himself up to ask his leader for permission to wander around to find the answers he required. No one knew how old he was because he looked twenty moons old and he thought that he was twenty seven. He was a runt with a scar the size of a small kit running across hs face, and was angry and cold.
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Post by <3~*Canine*~*Azure*~<3 on Jul 18, 2009 15:41:09 GMT -8
(imma cut in I'm Bored XD And Isn't SwiftFire Deppy?)
AzureStorm Crept silently through the reeds her eyes intent on the mouse nibbling its grain in front of her. Her little Black paws treading lightly as she neared the unexpecting prey. With a swift, fluid pounce and the precise clamp of her jaws on the little brown creature's neck, it had been killed quickly. The mouse dangled form her mouth limply as she made her way from the reeds, her long tail flicking in happiness for the catch. Her eyes darted over to the Tom, he had a scar the size of a kit. The small she-cat had scars raking from the middle of her face, completely down her Azure eyes,Though she could still see decently, and dragging down near her throat. That rouge had some big claws. she showed a little sympathy in her eyes before quickly covering it, knowing how it felt to get pity for having a scar or been hurt. she turned her attention to the ground and started clawing up dirt to bury her prey
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