-- even I can hear your name [private, charlie brown]

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    The marbled Maine Coon stood directly outside of the camp, staring into the wide plains that made up the Windclan territory. Her brown tabbied pelt ruffled with the wind, making it brush backwards along her flank. Letting out a deep breath, the she-cat smiled as the sun began to set. The color reminded her of the widely-colored spectrum of the signs made by twolegs. "It's so beautiful," she breathed out, letting the air in her lungs escape from within. Wraithview knew it was only a matter of time until she would have to give up her free time and begin training an apprentice.


    OOC: Made the thread! Any ideas?[/fancypost]

    ooc} lol, no. xD Your fancy getup makes my posts seem so meager :P


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    There was a rustle in the tall prairie grasses, and a large, shaggy head could be seen approaching in the distance. Big paws crumpled grass and small insects under their crippling weight as the docile, middle-aged German Shepherd came to a halt beside the warrior.
    "Hello," sighed Kiba softly in cat, sitting down next to Wraithview. "How's it going?" She loved evenings like this.

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    OOC: Oh no! ;__;


    Swinging her head towards the larger German Shepard, the she-cat suppressed a smile. Nodding as the tomcat sat down, scooting over to make room for the large form on the soft patch of moss. "Hello, Kiba," the warrior mewed towards the dog. Knowing that it was rather rare to be around dogs, she still held precautions, but she had trust in the Shepard.[/fancypost]

    The dog wagged her tail.
    "Wraithview," she nodded, a little sigh of contentment escaping her jowls. "I love this time of day. So pretty." Much better than the old junk she'd had to deal with as a fighting dog. She was lucky she'd escaped when she had; there had been rumors of her becoming a bait dog due to her passive nature.

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    The canine opened her mouth as if to answer, then fell silent. She contemplated this question for a moment. Why couldn't they get along? Certainly their wars were better than the brutal dogfights she'd been forced to partake in when she was younger; these cats had laws, boundaries, traditions; a code of honor. A warrior fallen was a warrior honored. A fighting dog fallen was a fighting dog scorned and forgotten.
    "I'm not sure." Kiba's eyes glowed dimly in the dying light. "Perhaps it's just ingrained into your DNA. Perhaps you cats are just born with the urge to defend your homes even when there's no real threat."