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Post by catzrule101 on Jan 25, 2009 21:13:48 GMT -5
Prairiefoot led Sycamoretail to a part of Windclan territory. "This is called the Moorland. As you can tell, it's very windy here." Prairiefoot hissed at the biting wind as it was blowing her backwards. "Although, this is a good place to test an apprentice's toughness. It is also an excellent place to hunt our main prey, rabbits. Apprentices are taught to hunt here as well. Though, they must be very swift through all of this wind."
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Post by Brambleclaw on Jan 25, 2009 21:20:45 GMT -5
"I can see that." Sycamoretail did not mind the wind, as it cooled him down nicely. He decided to press why she limped.
"So, injured recently?"
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Post by catzrule101 on Jan 25, 2009 21:32:00 GMT -5
Prairiefoot paused. "No, I was born with arthritis." She sighed. "It's not pleasant at all being like this, limping around all the time. My leader back then thought I could never become a warrior, but I proved to him I could. I can reach daring fast speeds while hunting and I'm a good fighter." She purred.
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Post by Brambleclaw on Jan 25, 2009 21:42:49 GMT -5
Sycamoretail nodded.
"You probably won't believe it, but I used to be mute myself." Sycamoretail remembered the days spent using a toughing communication system, using certain strokes to spell out words on a cat's side.
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Post by catzrule101 on Jan 29, 2009 19:44:10 GMT -5
"You used to be mute?!" Prairiefoot gaped in awe. "I never knew that!" She gasped in an exasperated way.
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Post by Brambleclaw on Feb 1, 2009 20:23:15 GMT -5
"Yeah. But as I was coming here I spoke for the first time. Pretty cool." He spoke, reflecting on the moment. That perfect moment. Sycamoretail had never been happier. But was this what he really wanted?
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Post by catzrule101 on Feb 1, 2009 20:55:30 GMT -5
"Yes, quite." Prairiefoot meowed in response and stopped. "I think we've had enough for today, why don't you go and rest and we can visit othe parts of the territories tomorrow." With that, Prairiefoot turned away and headed back to camp. She looked behind her to make sure Sycamoretail was following.
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