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Post by Heartstream on Jan 17, 2011 18:57:20 GMT -8
"Poisonstar, may I catch some Fresh-Kill for our Clan?"purred Heartstream with a questioned look.
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Post by Poisonstar on Jan 17, 2011 19:00:05 GMT -8
Poisonstar's slender shape emerged into the den at the call of her name. Her large green eyes opened to Heartstream, her trusted deputy, who apparently, was asking to go hunting. Awkward question, "Well, y'see, you're welcome to hunt whenever you like." She purrs smoothly, walking over to the pile, "And it's runnin' fairly low. I'll come with ya."
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Post by Heartstream on Jan 17, 2011 19:02:03 GMT -8
"Yes, Poisonstar" purred Heartstream, let's meet outside of camp.
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Post by Poisonstar on Jan 17, 2011 19:06:38 GMT -8
"Okay." She mumbles, her words barely coming out. Poisonstar walks out of the den, soon breaking into a steady pace, which wouldn't last long. Poisonstar got distracted so easily, so she swerved to the left, then to the right before she was back on track.
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