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    ♪♪♪WE-EE! ARE NEVER EVER EVER! GETTIN BACK TOGETHER!!♪♪♪


    Sorry bout that. I am a hopeless Yoitbe adict, and love Taylor Swift, talking animals, and Harry Poter.
    So back to the soleplay. Or random chat,!

    The post was edited 1 time, last by Ebonymoon and Co. ().

    Okay... hm... where were we?? Oh yeah.Heading back to camp.


    Ebonymoon picked up her pace, anxious to get to camp.

    Lionstrike skidded to a halt and ran over to look at his sister in concern. Mountaincloud looked uncomfortable. "How will they react? They haven't seen me in moons and it's just that- well- what if they treat me bad?" She whispered. Lionstrike suddenly looked older, fluffed up, eyes glistening in outrage. "If they treat you vile I'll show them what real Lionstrike is like!" Mountaincloud's eyes finally relaxed and she purred.

    "They will get their ears shredded if they say bad things about you." Ebonymoon's eyes glowed.

    Mountaincloud laughed. "They'd probably shriek, 'Whoops, I messed with Lionstrike's sister!'" She purred. Lionstrike made a funny face, one ear forward and the other back, and stuck out his tongue and went, "DUUUUHHHH!"

    Ebonymoon laughed. "We'll, now that we're here.. I can shred the bad-mouthers." She nodded towards camp.

    As they entered, a buzz of conversation met Ebonymoon's ears. There's that bird-cat! Ah yes, Lionstrike. [glow=red,2,300]Who's that cat! She doesn't smell like us![/glow]

    ooc um.............................................................................................. okay


    Lionstrike nodded and led Mountaincloud to the warriors den.

    Ebonymoon followed them, aiming a kick at the cat who had called her a bird-cat. She hit, and purred with satisfaction.