OOC. Oh, uh, yeah... the RP...
Pineclan RP
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OOC: Um... Shall we continue? I would like to keep PineClan's and MeadowClan's RP threads closely dated. :)
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Alright... it's dawn in Pineclan now... And Fallenheart and Briarpelt are back at camp now...
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OOC: Wasn't Thistlestar speaking?
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No... ;-;)
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OOC: What? o.o
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Silverstorm padded back into camp with a fish in his mouth and sat down by Pricklypaw. "Hi Pricklypaw." He mewed, then started to eat his fish.
Thistlestar padded up to his son, "So, did Fallenheart except your proposal to be her mate?" he asked, "Yes, she did." Briarpelt lied, "Why?" Thistlestar asked, confused, "She asked me. And we should be expecting kits soon." He lied again teasing his father. "I didn't expect Fallenheart to except. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to rest for battle." He mewed then pushed past his son and into his den.
Briarpelt spotted Fallenheart and padded up to her, "Hello, Fallenheart. How are you?" He asked, with a evil smile.
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OOC: I'll edit the last comment I posted a couple days ago.
IC: "Hello Silverstorm!" Pricklypaw chirped, then gave the fish at his paws a glance. "More fish I see. It must be your favorite prey with all the times you take visits down to the stream!" He added playfully. Sometimes Pricklypaw would join his friend as he fished, but recently he had been staying behind; listening to battle ideas.
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Fallenheart felt a flare of panick as Briarpelt approached her. "I'm fine." She said, brushing past him and approaching Pricklypaw.
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Briarpelt followed close behind Fallenheart, "What? Don't be afraid of me" he teased, then fell into place next to the she-cat
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Fallenheart huffed. "I'm not scared of you." She said firmly.
((Can she kill Briarpelt?))
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"Then why are you not speaking to me lovingly?" He pushed
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Fallenheart remained silent. She didn't know what to do about him.
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Briarpelt shoved her slightly, wanting to make her feel uncomfortable, "What will we name the kits?" He asked
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Fallenheart flattened her ears. "There aren't going to be any kits." She growled. Starclan wouldn't do that to her.
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Briarpelt snarled "And why not?" He hissed
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Fallenheart stopped and looked at him. "Because Starclan wouldn't do that." She said bitterly. "Shouldn't you be training or something?" She growled.
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"I trained enough." He mewed, "Why don't we train?" He asked, smiling again
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Fallenheart glared at him. "If you've trained enough, why do you want to train with me?" She asked. She may not have been the largest cat, but her mind was full of moves that would compensate for that. She was an expert fighter.
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Briarpelt smiled, "Because it's with you."