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Post by Firefoot on Apr 8, 2016 20:10:53 GMT
Bonesnap went limp and Kinktooth ran him crying.
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Post by Swifty on Apr 8, 2016 21:27:52 GMT
Sorreltongue growled again, Blood dripping from his mouth.
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Post by Firefoot on Apr 8, 2016 23:11:42 GMT
Kinktooth hissed and jumped onto Sorreltounge spatting "You killed him!" Her claws dug into Sorreltonuge' s fur, dripping blood.
Nightstar hissed under Firefoot' s grip which he clawed her belly.
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Post by Swifty on Apr 9, 2016 2:05:59 GMT
Sweetfur ducked away and left.
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Post by Firefoot on Apr 9, 2016 11:02:22 GMT
Before Sweetfur left, Sunback jumped onto her clawing her back
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Post by Swifty on Apr 9, 2016 13:09:47 GMT
Sweetfur just kept running away.
Sorreltongue wheezed. "No.. He was trying to take my mate and kits...Even another apprentice..."
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Post by Firefoot on Apr 9, 2016 16:58:35 GMT
"But you still killed him!" Kinktooth hissed clawing Sorreltounge "He was my mate!"
Nightstar kicked Firefoot away and he ran away, unseen at the edge of WolfClan's gorge camp and yowled then hid in the bushes, leaving his Clan to be killed by WolfClan
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Post by Swifty on Apr 9, 2016 18:35:39 GMT
"Oh..." Sorreltongue lowered his paws. "I had no idea.."
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Post by Firefoot on Apr 16, 2016 13:46:33 GMT
"Now go away!" Kinktooth hissed "If not I'll chase you out!"
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Post by Swifty on Apr 16, 2016 15:13:22 GMT
He slowly backed up, Then darted away with everyone else.
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Post by Firefoot on Apr 16, 2016 16:26:10 GMT
(Wait is Sandstar still in the gorge)
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Post by Swifty on Apr 16, 2016 16:54:29 GMT
(What gorge....? I don't remember her falling in one! So I guess not...?)
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Post by Firefoot on Apr 16, 2016 17:52:31 GMT
(WolfClan camp is a gorge)
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Post by Swifty on Apr 16, 2016 17:55:03 GMT
(Then she left as well. I'm working out a storyline..)
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Post by Firefoot on Apr 16, 2016 19:10:16 GMT
(Okay) Littlepaw was still in the prisoner's den. "Kill her." Kinktooth hissed to Firefoot. "I will." Firefoot growled. He slashed Littlepaw' s throat and the last thing she saw was the muscular tom that she once trusted.
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