➵ Clan of the Drylands [RP THREAD]

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    Ruggedclaw padded to the lake and gently lapped at the cool water. "If no one objects I am going hunting" he mewed aloud directing the statement toward Cranestar.


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    Cranestar | [size=11pt]
    "Okay. Thank you, Sharpthorn!" Cranestar meowed, smiling. She then turned her head towards Ruggedclaw, saying, "Of course! But bring someone along with you, there's so many rogues going around our territory right now. Maybe you should bring a couple of apprentices along, too."





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    "Hello! Nice to meet you!" Falcon screamed, his grin becoming wider, "I'm just exploring. I'm an explorer, that's why." He raised his chin up proudly. Looking down the canyon, he noticed how deep it was, and how hard it would be to jump down there. "Hold on, I'll go find a way down there," he said, turning around to find a way down the canyon.


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    Wolfsong sighed holding him back gently with her tail. " You guys dont understand... Your own my clans territory, they wouldn't like if some random cat walked into their camp' She chuckled giving a slight smile then it went away "I can bring you there.. That is if you would like to join." she tilted her head trying to keep her eyes off Hornet

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 330px;]"Eh.. I'll stay for a bit. Might go back to being loner though. Cause you clam-cats do everything together." He mewed in a laid-back tone. Flicking his ears, the calico looked back over to Falcon, and gave a twitch of his whiskers. "Take your time, oldy!" He called over his shoulder, looking back at Wolfsong. When he noticed she wasn't looking at him, he leaned to where she was looking, and waved a paw at her. "I'm not over here you know."

    Sharpthorn nodded, and padded off, toward the center of camp. He looked around, and started to head into a group of cats, his tail held high, and waving slightly.


    OOC:
    Does anyone want to take part in patrol's? Who's available/online?

    "Any one up for some hunting?" Ruggedclaw asked aloud. He didn't care who offered to come seeing as he was going to take along Wrenpaw either way

    Wolfsong jumped "Oh alright, yeah" She turned to him eyes wide, she did admire his pelt, but tried to keep silent "well, this is your free pass.. I can meet here at moonhigh if you want to choose then." she said flashing him a smile her ears pricking up. "See ya later!' She hissed, knowing a patrol was coming soon.

    OOC: I'd go on patrol, but Shiningpaw's mentor, Rose isn't active at the moment.
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    Shingingpaw flicked her tail. Her copper eyes searched the camp for her mentor.

    OOC: Okay.
    IC:
    Shiningpaw scanned camp once more before giving up. She turned and padded over to Sharpthorn.
    "Is there anything I can do today ?" She purred.

    Sharpthorn focused on the apprentice, his head angled down to look at her. "Ah, Shiningpaw. Actually, yes, I was planning on sending out a few patrols. Would you mind joining one?" He asked, his bi-color gaze still fixed on the small cat.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 330px;]"No! I mean, I can come now. They won't much care right? But then again.. I might leave." He murmured the last far. His tail curled over his back, the calico looked up at the clear sky, ears flicking as if he expected it to be grey with clouds heavy with rain. Looking back to Wolfsong his whiskers twitched in response.


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    [justify]× Going closer, Coyote was almost entirely camoflauged into the sand. Not too close, or else he would be spotted or scented. It seemed they were sending out patrols and hunters; he couldn't hear it, but by the small commotion going on he could tell something was happening. He would have some fun; perhaps give them a fair warning? Not like they would listen anyways.[/justify]
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    Sharpthorn smiled, and tapped the small cat on the head with his tail. "Perfect." He meowed, before padding off to get the rest of the patrol together.


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    Cranestar began walking to the Medicine Cat's in order to help with herb stocks after making sure the patrols are taken care of, when she suddenly realized, Oh! I left some leftover prey from my last hunting patrol. Hopefully it hasn't spoiled yet... She then ran out of camp quickly, dashing through the wide canyon. The she-cat tripped over a few dry bushes before getting to the exit of the canyon. It was more narrow than the previous area. Whirling around the outside walls, she finally reached the Step-Up Stones. "Phew," Cranestar gasped, panting. She leisurely jumped up the stones, delighted she could finally relax. At last, she was at the forest on top of the canyon. Great! Now where did I put my prey...





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    "Oldy!?" Falcon mumbled under his breath, "I'm not old..." Afterwards, he turned tail and walked back into the lush tangle of trees. A bird whistled a tune overhead. It landed on the ground, pecking at a seed. Oooh! the tom thought, licking his muzzle. He lowered into his hunting crouch, then pounced, landing on the bird. He killed it off with a swift bite to its throat. Before taking a bite, he observed its brown feathers. Its belly was light brown with darker specks, and neck and back were bathed in a dark brown. What a beautiful bird! Falcon thought, before chomping into its flesh. As he looked up, he saw a blur of gray almost knock into him.
    When he focused his eyes, he saw a silver tabby she-cat standing before him. Is it that canyon cat? he questioned, until the she-cat exclaimed, "Oh! Sorry!"


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    Hopefully that wasn't too confusing, I had to mix two point of views together.


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