♦ Tribe of The Jasmine Mountains : Roleplay ♦

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    Mrs. Diggory

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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 400px; height: 100px; opacity: 0.80; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow: auto;][justify]Dahlia tasted the air, immediately finding Puddle's scent. She contained her excitement and sat down, waiting for the she-cat to emerge from the outside.[/fancypost]
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    [size=9pt]Wolf was happy to see Dusk again. "Finally, you've returned. How was it?" He asked with a warm smile. Breeze watched, pained a bit by his warm interaction with the healer. [/size]

    The prey-hunter made her way into the mouth of the cave, nearly dragging the rabbits. Puddle's eyes lit up as she approached Dahlia. The she-cat gently placed the caught-prey at her paws. "It's colder out there than it looks." She meowed, humor hinting in her voice. Her words were definitely true, by all means, but being serious all the time wasn't exactly her expertise.


    /ooc: sorry if i tend to use clan terminology instead of tribe terms sometimes! i haven't memorized tribe terms and can't remember the tribe of rushing water very well. ^^;;

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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 400px; height: 100px; opacity: 0.80; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow: auto;][justify]Dahlia purred with amusement, "I don't plan on going out there any time soon." She looked at the rabbits, "are those heavy?" She asked, a bit embarrassed that she didn't know.


    ooc: I do that sometimes too.[/fancypost]
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    Puddle let out a small laugh. "I wish they were heavier," she meowed, "the tribe could use plump rabbits in this cold." The she-cat motioned to the caught-prey pile. "I better get these to the pile."

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    Dusk padded over to Puddle, "always the best prey-hunter." She commented, smiling with approval. She liked Puddle and Wolf, their existence in the tribe was completely vital. They had put so much into the tribe that there was no way they could survive without them.




    The healer looked to Dahlia and smiled before turning and padding back to Wolf.
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