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    Ic: "Yea, we're low on poppyseeds and cat-mint, at least one of those are important during the winter I think," Darkpaw said.

    OOC:
    I was just being lazy, if it's about this thread, best to do it here. Otherwise I wouldn't mind chatting.


    IC:
    Goldencurls nodded, "Want to come with me? I can look for the herbs, do a quick border patrol and I won't have to be lonely while doing so. So, what do you say?" Her blue eyes, were calm and round. Her tail was curled with delight because she could get on the move again.

    Goldencurls stepped into the snow, she forgot how cold it was when she entered the Medicine Cat den. She shivered and padded quickly up to Darkpaw, "I'm surprised your whiskers haven't frozen." She joked. She looked ahead and continued to pad down the mountain, she looked out through the mist. The ground looked like a winter wonderland Didnt think of drugs that time huh?. She adjusted to the cold as they got further down the mountain.


    OOC:
    Sol, can we run into your character. And begin the chaos?



    ÔØÇ-
    Šurë. Çhãøš íš grèãt.


    Pš Štîll thøµght óf drügš.


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    Høwèvèr Ïm õff tð mÿ ñíghtmárê šó Í cáñ bè pušhèd ìñtø thë äbýšš âñd kïll.
    Gøód ëvèñîñg.


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    OOC:
    It's about his berries isn't it?


    And I thought she had left, with the blood trail following close behind?
    We can talk tho. \_(o u o)_/


    IC:
    Goldencurls eyes darkened, "I didn't." Her past flickered through her mind. Her shoulder fur slightly bristled, she kept her head up and determined.

    Bronzepaw woke up with a yowl at the thought of her nightmare. She was padding through a peaceful forest with Goldencurls, laughing and joking. Whenever she mentioned dogs, there would be a loud boom. They soon got used to it, but when they did, the trees transformed into wolves, killing Goldencurls viciously and the clan as well. They badly injured Bronzepaw and left her to suffer, with the pain of dead cats. The attack was followed by whispers, "You can't, you'll kill them... Leave... Or kill these cats..."



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    Im not calling you "dr. daouse.."
    Its either Galifrey or one of my chosen names



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    She-cat padded through the snow grinning. That was the two easiest successful killings she had ever done.



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    IC: Dawnfur yawned and stretched. She glanced around the camp, looking for Goldencurls.



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    Then call me whatever. Im not going with that and Im generally a rude person so that has no absolute effect.


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