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  • ooc: Sorry guys I was camping!


    ic: Foxtooth turned to Blizzardfang. "You just woke up too?" He said as he walked over to her, "We're on a hunting patrol, you ready?


    Dustwing seemed to become petrified. He didn't move, blink and was breathing so shallowly, you'd think he was dead. His mind was in a different world completely. Where? There was only one place...

  • Foxtooth purred with amusement at the surprise in his mate's voice. He then led the way out of camp to find a good spot to hunt.

  • Blizzardfang crouched down and stalked a mouse to busy to notice her stuffing its face with seeds. Pouncing she killed it with a swift bite to the neck

  • Flamesong padded back to camp and went into the warrior's den. He fell asleep.

  • OOC:// What about Thunderstorm are you dreaming about? LOL!


    IC:// Thunderstorm twitched in her sleep dreaming of a huge mountain cat tearing Flamesong apart." whimpering she got tangled in her nest

  • hee hee hee LOL!


    Flamesong dreamed he was in camp. Thunderstorm was in front of him being attacked by large cats. He yowled and tried to protect her but with every step closer he was farther away. Finally a cat with a blood-stained pelt turned on him giving Flamesong and Thunderstorn the final blow... Flamesong twitched and bumped into Thunderstorm.

  • Thunderstorm's night mare faded away and and found herself in a sunny clearing(dream...not in camp) next to Flamesong...all of a sudden they were making love(god I hate describing stuff like this)


    OOC:// Just to have fun lol

  • Foxtooth smelled prey. A vole. Nothing big, but it would do. He looked around and found it hidden in a bush. Ready to pounce he bunched up his hind-quaters. 1... 2... 3! He pounced landing squarly on the vole. He quickly gave it a killing bite and buried it under a tree.