❃ ScarletClan ❃ || The Scarlet Lives On || Role-Play Thread

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    "Whatever you decide to do, you can trust me to remain here until you get back." the apprentice replied. He picked up the squirrel he had finally killed and added it to the small pile they had started. "Though if you bring her back to camp, it might be a good idea to take the prey back as well." he added, nodding to the pile.



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    "Silverpaw, go back to camp. Wait for your mentor to take you out." The warrior grumbled, taking his tail and Grabbing the prey. "Stormpaw, i trust you." He then took Silverpaw toward camp.

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    Eeltail nodded. "Okay! Where do you wish to hunt?" He nodded to his left. "Hunting is good anywhere right now."


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    [align=center].:Leafeon:.

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    Sure, Apple c:


    My Medicine Cat


    My Warriors


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:3px][color=gray][sub][size=6pt][font=verdana]is greypaw still becoming a warrior, i'm unsure.


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    OOC: Thank you! <3


    Shrewpaw tentatively poked her head through the elders' den entrance, squinting slightly in the soft gloom. "Hello?" She tried, wincing at how high-pitched her voice sounded.

    LeftScar glanced up her eyes snapping open. "Hello ShrewPaw how are you dear?" She asked her eyes softening from their usual hard stare. LeftScar stretched her front legs forward then lied back down on her left side her green eyes studying the young cat as she did it.

    Shrewpaw started in surprise; she hadn't expected any of the elders to actually be inside the den. "O-Oh, hi Leftscar," she stammered, blinking rapidly at the older she-cat, "sorry if I woke you."

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    ❝ We sure are cute for two ugly people ❞
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    what should I do with Harepelt exactly?

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    Stormpaw watched as his mentor padded off, leading the other apprentice behind. It struck him that he should be far from idle while the older tom was gone, and perhaps it might be good for him to return to find a fair amount of prey caught. And so he began to stalk and catch whatever he could find, making slow progress.


    "Hmm... I don't know. Where do you think we should go?" Dustpaw bounced the question back to his mentor, preferring to leave the choice to his mentor, knowing the older cat would have more knowledge.



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    LeftScar shook her head. "No I was already awake... what is it you need?" She asked not excepting to be visited by anyone.. the brown tabby yawned lying her head on her paws, and continuing to watch the young she cat.

    The little grey molly shuffled her paws anxiously. "I just needed to get away from the others for a while," she began in a soft voice, "it's awfully loud out there." Don't kid yourself, the voice in the back of her mind chided maliciously, you wanted somewhere to wallow in your self-pitying misery. Shrewpaw vigorously shook her head to clear her train of thought.

    Riftshade saw Shrewpaw enter the elder's den and curiously wandered after her. "Hello there, listening to some battle stories?" He remembered loving the endless tales of glory and courage that his seniors always told him. Well, the elders when he knew when he was an apprentice were all in Starclan now.

    Phoenix padded through the forest, aboiding anything related to clan. She hissed when she came across a scent marker. The last time she was here, the marker right here wasn't there. She had always traveled this way. Shaking her head, she walked pasted it, padding over to her den. It was an old fox den, no scent of the fox left. She sighed as she settled into it, laying down quietly. She had missed this place when she had left, but now she was back home where she belonged. She looked outside, silently hoping no cat would find her.